Lucy’s life story will be shared during visitation, 4:00-7:00 pm, on Thursday, July 30th at the funeral home, 1411 Vintage Lane. Lucy’s Funeral Mass will be celebrated on Friday, July 31st at 9:30am at Holy Apostles Church, 17 Austin Street, Rochester, NY 14606.

Lucianne Carol Peck
July 5, 1948 – July 26, 2026

Mom, Mama, Lucianne, Lu, Lucy, Lulee, and “Lucy La Brewski,” as she was affectionately known by those who loved her, passed away peacefully, surrounded by her loving family, on July 26, 2026, at the age of 78.

Born on July 5, 1948, to Joseph and Jennie (Cardillo) Gugliandro, Lucy was steady, simple, prickly, soft, hilarious, generous, and fiercely protective. She also had a way of always leaving you guessing who her favorite was.

She wasn’t rich in material possessions, but she was rich in love.

Her love language was cooking, and she was the best. Her sauce and meatballs are legendary and, like her, simple but extraordinary: hand-crushed tomatoes, fresh basil, garlic, olive oil, salt, and pepper. Never any sugar—the right tomatoes are sweet enough. Jarred sauce could get you thrown out of the family in her house.

As a young woman, Lucy’s college education was cut short by motherhood. Intellectually, she was sharp as a tack. She always had a book beside her and loved a good puzzle. The daily newspaper crossword was her favorite, and she completed it every day until recently.

She was also infamously known in the family as the “blurter.” Every holiday featured a fiercely competitive game of Trivial Pursuit. I can still hear her calling out the answer to some obscure question from the kitchen—helping the other team—before giggling as Aunt Susan, a fellow blurter, shouted, “Lu, cut the shit!”

Lucy was a scrappy provider. Every Sunday she clipped the extra coupons from uncle Charlie’s secret source, and she worked two jobs to keep a roof over our heads. She cooked every day, and we always ate together as a family: Friday pizza, Saturday tacos, and Sunday sauce. Without ever saying it outright, she taught us that the greatest gift you can give the people you love is simply being together. She took in every stray animal Anna brought home and somehow always made it work. She yelled at all of our friends not to eat all the food.

Lucy was also a beloved member of the Department of English at the University of Rochester for over 30 years. She loved her role as an administrative assistant and took joy and pride in helping students and faculty. We heard countless stories about her snooty (our word, never hers) friends, whom she adored. Had life taken a different turn and she been able to finish her English degree, there’s little doubt she would have become the kind of English teacher students never forgot. She also found lifelong friends working nights at the bank, counting checks and smoking her Winstons with the girls.

Her most cherished role, though, was Mom to Matthew (Kay), Jennie (Andy Trepanier), Anna Murrer (Bob), Joshua (Shyenne Pougher), and Daniel (Michelle). But her greatest joy was becoming Grandma—or “Mama LuLu,” as Andrew called her because he couldn’t pronounce the “gr” in Grandma.

Despite losing her own mother far too young, she wrote the book on how to be the best grandmother. Her wisdom was simple: show up—usually with food—and be present. Get on the floor and play. Sing wonderfully off-key renditions of “God Bless America” at the most random moments. Rescue them from the naughty step. Give them popsicles. Take them to Wendy’s because their mother won’t.

Her grandchildren—Andrew Trepanier-Peck, Nicholas Murrer, Julia Lu Murrer, Elliott Trepanier-Peck, Claire Trepanier-Peck, Isabella Peck, Davis Peck, Vivienne Peck, and Althea Lu Peck—softened every one of her prickles and brought her the greatest joy of her life.

She loved them best.

Lucy was a die-hard member of Bills Mafia and held season tickets with Matt for many years. Even when they sucked, she never missed a Sunday game. Jim Kelly, Doug Flutie, and Josh Allen were among her favorites. But no one could compete with “The Boss,” Bruce Springsteen. She cried tears of joy the Christmas we surprised her with tickets to see him live. The concert did not disappoint. She danced her ass off and belted every single word.

Lucy is also survived by her devoted brother, Dennis Gugliandro (Mary Ellen), her sister, Mary Jean Lenhard (Earl), and countless nieces, nephews, cousins, extended family members, and dear friends who were all touched by her kindness, generosity, and unwavering love.

She was preceded in death by her parents, Joseph and Jennie Gugliandro.

We know she was welcomed home by her niece Katie; her mom, Jennie; her dad, Joseph; her cousins Ricky, Fran, and Susan; all the aunties and uncles; and even Nelson’s family, who carried her across the bridge, lured by the smell of Sunday sauce and the sound of “Born in the U.S.A.”

We long to have her back, but we know she is still with us—in the meals we share, the crossword clues we struggle to solve, the songs we sing off-key, and in the quiet ways love refuses to leave.

Love to more love.