This gift is from our dear friend Bruce.

In Loving Memory of
Thomas Fisichella
October 6, 1919 - January 12, 2012

Dad was around in his early 70's in this picture. How handsome he was.

Remember Me

Remember me in quiet days
While raindrops whisper on your pane.
But in your memories have no grief,
Let just the joy we knew remain.

Remember me when evening stars
Look down on you with steadfast eyes.
Remember if once you wake
To catch a glimpse of red sunrise.

And when your thoughts do turn to me,
Know that I would not have you cry.
But live for me and laugh for me,
When you are happy, so am I.

Remember an old joke we shared;
Remember me when spring walks by.
Think once of me when you are glad
And while you live, I shall not die.
*~Author Unknown~*

Dad while still at home in 2011.

Parable of Immortality

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch until at last she hangs
like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, " There she goes! "

Gone where?
Gone from my sight . . . that is all.

She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the place of destination.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at the moment
when someone at my side says,
" There she goes! "
there are other eyes watching her coming . . .
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout . . .

" Here she comes! "
~ Written by Henry Van Dyke

These three special birthday gifts for Thomas are from my friend Marie.
You can visit her website for her son Rob here ~Rob Northrop's Site.

God bless you my friend Marie. You are an angel on this earth.
You have brought your special talent to share with everyone.
I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

This was mom and dad around Easter. Mom's caregiver made her this big Easter hat
that she had made for her, mom loved that hat. Here they are,
the two of them, both near 90 years old, and still together,
fighting as always, then smiling into the camera. :)
By the time dad passed in 2012, they were married 71 years.

This is my mother and father when they got married.
How beautiful they were. Like movie stars.

Today Is My Birthday

Today is my birthday
Celebrate my life with you
And remember the good times
Not the bad and do not be sad;
Look up towards the sun
And catch every ray of light upon your cheek.
For I am there with you.

Today is my birthday
Be happy for me
I lived short, but full
I had the pleasure of love
And the joy of my family.
Do not be sad
Look up towards the stars
And catch each twinkle in your heart.
For I am there with you

Today is my birthday
My legacy is not wealth or mighty belongings,
My legacy is you and your life.
Spend it wisely and carefully
Guard it always
Do not be sad
Feel the wind on your face and in your hair
And know that I loved you
For I am there with you in your laughter
And in your hearts.

Today is my birthday
Learn to live again without me,
Take my strength with you
For you are not alone.
Do not be sad
Feel the rain on your face
Feel all life's treasures and
Know that you are alive!
At each step of the way I will help you
For I am with you always
Until we meet again.

Today is my birthday...
~ Author Unknown

Steve visiting his nana (Josie) and papa (Tom) at Christmas 2010.

Dad was pretty young here, maybe in his 40's.

This is Dad when he fell in front of ShopRite one time. He was so badly bruised.
He was about 90 years old here. He still loved to go to the store
and out to eat with his caregiver or with me,
and knew all the people in the place, and he made friends with everybody.
The whole world loved my dad. He was so loving
and full of fun everywhere he went. The first time
I took him to Burger King, couldn't get over how wonderful it was.
He'd never been there. He went around telling everyone
what a fancy place I took him to and what a wonderful meal he had
(two chicken hoagies and French fries). He was so happy that day
and it broke my heart every time I saw that injury by his eye.
After that, dad used to ask me to bring him all the time to Burger King
for that delicious food. :) This memory still makes me smile
remembering how happy it made him to go there.

My body is gone but I'm always near
I'm everything you feel, see or hear
My spirit is free, but I'll never depart
As long as you keep me alive in your heart
~ Author unknown

This is Dad's WWII army picture
which Ann framed for Memorial Day one year.

This was dad's first couple of days at the Regency Grande in July 2011.
He could no longer be at home as he had grown very frail and weak,
and started to fall. Mom could no longer look after him.
It broke our hearts to have to put him into a nursing home,
and it was even too big a job for the caregiver.
Dad was starting to lose most of his memory by then.


Are there birthdays in Heaven?
Does the angel blow his horn?
Announcing to everybody
That this is the day you were born?

Can the stars be your balloons
And angel food your cake?
Presents wrapped in moonbeams
All the angels helped to make.

Birthdays meant so much to you
They were always a big deal
Birthday presents, lots of friends
And perhaps a special meal.

So I'll whisper a little prayer today
Asking everyone up above
To sing you a Happy Birthday song
And give you all my love.
~ Author Unknown

Here's mom and dad Christmas 2011, just one month before daddy passed away.
He had grown so weak and tired now, and was barely hanging on.
While they were still at home, I had Christmas with them both,
making them big meals and bringing them over. That was in 2006.
After that, one by one they went into the nursing home, each one,
and I had Christmas with them there too.
I spent 8 years all together between them being at home,
then in the nursing home, and if you asked me
would I do it all over again. I certainly would, and over and over again.
What better parents could anyone have had then they were.
I miss them both so much. Some people only have one Rock, I had Two Rocks.
They were there for all the heartaches and tragedies of my life.
What greater gift could I have been given then these two wonderful parents.
How many people at my age even have one, no less two.
I think God left them with me till now because he foresaw
way ahead just where my life was going to end up. :(
So he left me sweet memories of them.

Here's a picture of how they gave my brother the flag at the cemetery when dad passed.
It's always given to the oldest son. I have one brother,
so he got the honor of receiving the flag. He has it in a glass case.
It was the most beautiful memorial service I've ever seen.
We were so proud of dad that day.
Mom did not make it to the funeral or the burial
because by now she was so frail and weak, and was very confused
and did not fully understand what had happened,
so we thought it was best to leave her home with the caregiver. The cemetery was two hours away
and far too big a trip for her to make at that time.
We did take her once afterwards when she was a little more up to it.
She did enjoy the day out, and it wasn't long after that she finally had to go into a home too.

This is dad's memorial stone at Washington Crossing National Cemetery in Newtown, Pennsylvania.
He gave his instructions that he wanted to be buried in a military cemetery.
He was the proudest WWII Vet of all time.
They even had him one time in our local parade as one of the oldest vets of WWII.
Even though he was just a soldier, not any high rank,
he never forgot his days in WWII, talked about those days all his life.
He kept in touch with a few old friends from those days in Burma, India,
where they were stationed for three years,
and one by one over the years each one passed away. Dad was the last one.

Here's mom visiting him. After 71 years of marriage, she missed him terribly.
Her life was tragically lonely after that, like a part of her had been cut out.
She lasted two and half years after dad, slowly declining.
At age 93 she finally passed away too.
Dad was 92 when he passed two years before her.

On Memory

When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you,
that I have left some mark on who I am on who you are.
It means that you can summon me back to your mind
even though countless years and miles may stand between us.
It means that if we meet again, you will know me,
and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.
For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost.
~Frederick Buechner

Here is a little gift for Josie and Tom.
Love, Monika and Angel Josh.

This is the entrance to Washington Crossing National Cemetery in Newtown, PA,
where dad is laid to rest with all the other soldiers who passed into new life.

I'm Free

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free.
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took God's hand when I heard the call;
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I found that place at the close of day.

If my parting has left a void,
Than fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss.
Ah yes, these things, I too, will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much,
Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief;
don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me-
God wanted me now, God set me free.
~ Author Unknown

"It doesn't matter who my father was;
it matters who I remember he was."
~By Anne Sexton (1928-1974) U.S. poet~

This is Ann with both of her parents, Josie and Tom, who sadly are both gone from this earth.
But I am sure that they are quite happy to be together again!

This is the memorial site that Ann created for her Dad ~
Thomas Fisichella, 1919 - 2012

  You can visit Josie's web page here ~
In Loving Memory of Josie Fisichella

Thank you so much to my dear friend, Linda, Mom to Angel Tina,
for all your help with getting the song, I'll Be Seeing You, for this page!


Tina Marie's Memorial Website

A friend can hear a tear drop.

Please visit Maria's Tribute to Christopher
Angel Christopher
Two Very Special Angels

Jesus Wept

This webpage is created
In Loving Memory ofThomas Fisichella
on September 1, 2015
Last updated: January 13, 2017
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