April 25, 1928 – August 2, 2018
Peter Santalucia Jr., age 90, of Highland Heights, OH, passed away peacefully on August 2, 2018. He was born April 25, 1928 in Cleveland, Ohio to Peter and Mercy (Locastro) Santalucia. Pete was a loving husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather and friend. He was very devoted to his family, and had a way of making everyone feel special. Pete graduated from John Adams high school, and he proudly served in the Navy in the Korean war. Pete was a co-owner of the Minotti wine shop chain, and loved interacting with his customers at the Lorain, OH store. Hehad many hobbies, including racquetball, pinochle, and sharing a glass of wine with his family and friends. He will be dearly missed by so many. Pete is survived by his three daughters, Susan (Mike) Lightle, Carol Santalucia, and Anna (T. William) Jones, and six grandchildren Christopher (Sara Vukson) Lightle, Mary Ann (Terrance Haas) Betsch, Nicholas (Lindsay Armstrong) Santalucia, John (Rebecca) Lightle, Sarah (Andy Upton) Jones, and Evan Jones (fiancé Rachel Crane), and great grandchildren Kalila, Joseph, Vincent, Hazel, Sophia, Dwight, and Jote. He is also survived by his dear friend, Myra DeAmiches. He was preceded in death by his wife of 44 years ,Carmella (Congeni) Santalucia, his sister and brother in law, Ann and John Minotti, and his great grandson, Cedi Santalucia. Funeral Mass will take place at 10 AM on Monday August 6, 2018 at St. Brendan Church, 4242 Brendan Lane, North Olmsted, OH. The family will receive at HOLICK CRACIUN FUNERAL HOME, 23040 Center Ridge Rd. Westlake, OH on Sunday August 5, 2018 from 3-7 PM. Interment Sunset Memorial Park. The family suggests Memorial Contributions be made to the Carmella Rose Health Foundation or Hospice of the Western Reserve.
- Celebration of Life Sunday, August 5, 2018
- Mass of Christian Burial Monday, August 6, 2018
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November 9, 2018
November 9, 2018
Eulogy - You Were His Favorite
You were his favorite.
Don’t tell the others, but you were his favorite. Each of his three daughters was his favorite one, depending when you asked. His six grandchildren were each his favorite, and we knew it. All eight of his great-grandchildren were his favorite, and you should know that too. You were his favorite son-in-law, and of all the people his grandchildren would love, you were his favorite.
You were his favorite aunt, or uncle, cousin, niece or nephew. You were his favorite friend, whether you knew him for eight months or eighty years. You were his favorite, and I bet you felt that every time you saw him.
You knew you were his favorite because when you walked into the room he just lit up. He called out your name - or probably some nickname - like he hadn’t seen you in years, even if it had just been a day. He loved having a cup of coffee or a glass of wine with you, telling you his stories and listening to yours. He loved teasing you, pretending to argue with you. He could barely contain himself when he heard your voice on the phone. He loved telling you that same old joke for the millionth time. He loved playing music with you, playing cards with you, going out to eat together, simply just spending time with you.
He spent his whole life surrounding himself with people he loved, and never missed an opportunity to show those people that love. He made each and every one of us feel like the most important person in the world, because to him, we really were.
You were his favorite,
and you know you were his favorite, because he told you so.