Then and now photos of a loving couple
About |
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Name | Laura Altieri |
Date of Birth | August 26th, 1940 |
Date of Death | July 3rd, 2014 |
Home Town | Jeannette, PA, US |
Other City | Simi Valley, CA, US |
Religious Views | Catholicism |
Interests | Teaching life lessons to grand kids, Being a true friend |
Memorial |
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Funeral Home | Reardon mortuary |
Cemetery | Assumption Catholic Cemetery |
Address |
Simi Valley CA United States |
Location | 106 |
Milestones |
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1954 - 1958 | Jeannette high school, Graduate | ||
1958 | Married | ||
1958 - 2014 | Housewife & mother | ||
1959 | Laurie born | ||
1961 | Jackie born | ||
1964 | Christopher born |
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Valentine's Day, 2014 was the day Laura was admitted to the hospital and diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer. I joked that I got her the most expensive room in town. I'm eating those words. At 7:25 AM on July 3, after almost 56 years of marriage plus three more when we were "going steady" I'm alone for the first time in my adult life. Thankfully, Laura who was beautiful inside and out, created a wonderful family and made many friends who look after me, but I still sleep alone. I still don't have the most trusted person in my life to help me, guide me, correct me, be my moral compass, make plans with, comfort and love me. Enduring this nightmare from which there is no awakening is a heavy burden. Our children and grand children need me now as I needed her. Its terribly difficult to meet her high standards of caring and love. There are some nice times, but the loneliness returns, sometimes even when I'm with them. Life goes on, the joy has left. I miss her. I still cry. She was wonderful.
Our tribute to Laura Altieri,
Thanksgiving Day Dinner November 27, 2014
Today I thank God for the wonderful life I have enjoyed with you. I am sad that you are not here. I miss your charm, the uncontrollable laughter that enthralled all those present when we made you joyful. I miss your warm embrace. I miss your counsel that guided me in all that I do. Please stay with me and this beautiful family of yours. Make us know your presence here in Grammyland, a place of wonder and safety, a refuge from all the troubles these young ones are confronted with. A comfortable, secure dwelling that even now is the choice of your grandson Vince to undergo his infusion over many hours. What a tribute to you, Grams, that this is his safest place in all the world. Grammyland, created by you, and named by those who love you. We cherish your memory. We thank you. We love you.
I watched the "Red Tent". All was well until at the end Dinah said goodbye to her father. It was too reminiscent of your l
last moments with us and I started to cry and miss you terribly. I do miss you. Sometimes I think of how happy you are and smile, but most times I think of how happy "We" were and feel like weeping, like now as I write to you. Please stay with me. Give me comfort. Send help. I have been handling the Christmas season alright, in large part because of the family you created who cares for me daily, but its getting lonelier without you. You are irreplaceable, Honey. You were a gift, wrapped beautifully by God. Once again, the love I feel for you has no words that are adequate, no cry that tells of your strength and beauty, no relief from the agony from the forever loss of "us". Laura, so precious, so loving, so giving. I am trying to tell the world how truly magnificent you were. If they will acknowledge your grace and dignity, your wisdom that I often ignored, with the peril that it exposed me to for not paying attention, then I am comforted. Right now that is what keeps me going. The world recognizing your effect on all those who came into your presence. Laura Teckla Perillo Altieri. When you say it slowly and deliberately. When you form each syllable, every vowel, each consonant with purity. When you attach meaning to each name, then you start to approach the beauty of her being. Formed by God. Guided by angels. Led by compassion. Driven by love. Abounding in generosity. Do I make you look saintly? If I don't, then I am failing you, for you are as close to a saint as I will ever come. You were wonderful.
Christmas at Grammyland has always been special. In this grandest family home,
decorating and baking have been synonymous with the preparations for the festive gathering of the Altieri Clan in California. On this day the front door is
continually opening to admit arrivals, mostly family, but also friends and neighbors stopping by with a gift, delectable food, or a greeting. Some arrived the night before to enjoy a sumptuous feast of Grams Cioppino with garlic
continually opening to admit arrivals, mostly family, but also friends and neighbors stopping by with a gift, delectable food, or a greeting. Some arrived the night Grams Cioppino with garlic bread and the largest bowl of crisp green salad seen anywhere. And Gravlox, home made of course, with all the fixings, piled high on toasted buns. This morning we savor our home made beef jerky as we exchange gifts, another tradition Grams started years ago.
But there has been a change. Its different this year. Grams isn't here to graciously
greet everyone with that cheerful, loving embrace. Close your eyes, please. Remember with every fiber of your soul, that "Merry Christmas" exchange, and the hugs we enjoyed many, many times. Keep your eyes closed as you relish the sweet smell of the food emanating from her kitchen and wafting throughout the house. It was the purest love caressing your senses.
Grams is attending the never ending birthday party. She is celebrating with her many friends and relatives. Your joy, Grams, is our consolation. It is so very well deserved. Give Him one of your special hugs, Honey! He'll love it.
We miss having you here to fuss over us, always making sure we tried some of this and some of that. Thank you for the many Christmas Days you spent with us, making them so very special. Simply put, Grams, there is none like you. We love you. You're the greatest!
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