September 29, 2020. Debbie was predeceased by her husband, Michael Palumbo. She is survived by her children, Eric (Jennifer) Palumbo Danielle Palumbo; grandchildren, Francesca Palumbo, Cody Palumbo Nicolas Crawford; siblings, Rena (Steve) Roeger, Michael McTurk, Betsy (Jeff) Fischer Chrissy (Frank) DeVito; several nieces, nephews, cousins dear friends. As per NYS regulations all guests are required to weat a mask and hand sanitize upon arrival at the funeral home. Debbie's life story will be shared during her visitation Friday, October 2, 1-3 6-8 PM at the funeral home, 1411 Vintage Lane (Between 390 Long Pond Rd.). Her funeral service will be celebrated Saturday, October 3rd, 10:30 AM at the funeral home. Private burial in Grove Place Cemetery. Click here to sign Debbie's virtual guest book The Story of Debbie Palumbo Deborah was born in Rochester, NY on January 28, 1959 to Jack Joan (Pritchard) McTurk. She grew up in the 19th Ward with her sisters, Rena, Betsy Chrissy and brother, Michael. Debbie attended St. Agnes High School and as a teen, she worked at Louie's Sweet Shop. At age 19 Debbie met Mike Palumbo, they dated for 10 months and then were married. Debbie loved baking and was known for her chocolate chip cookies. She enjoyed sewing blankets and collecting teddy bears. Debbie loved kids she had a day care in her home. She enjoyed watching her kids, Eric Danielle play sports while they were growing up and loved the Buffalo Bills. In Debbie's down time she liked to watch the Disney Channel or romantic shows on The Hallmark Channel, she liked to read mystery or romance novels. Some of Debbie's favorite music to listen to was from the 60's, 70's, Queen, Jackson 5, Chicago, or anything considered soft rock. Debbie was a happy, positive, lighthearted person that enjoyed the simple things, she was often heard saying "Everything is Fine". She will be greatly missed by her family and friends. Some memories from Debbie's sister Rena: Debbie and I were inseparable from the time she was born on January 28,1959. Being only 13 months younger then me we always shared a bedroom, until we married. Our mother would dress us in matching dresses and she would frequently get asked if we were twins. To this day when Debbie and I were together quite often we would get asked "are you twins?" We were raised in the perfect neighborhood in the 19th ward of Rochester, NY. We called it our own little Mayberry. When we attended Our Lady of Good Council elementary school there were no school buses so we had to walk to and from school, 4 miles each day. One mile to school, then a mile back home for lunch, another mile back to school and finally another mile back home for the day. Rain, snow or shine. And yes it was up hill. There was never a shortage of kids in the neighborhood to play with. The Kennan's next door had 7 children them selves. In the summer time at night we would talk back and forth through our bedroom windows until one of our parents put a stop to it. Our usual summer vacation was spent at a cottage on Canandaigua Lake for 2 weeks each year. Camping became the family vacation sometime in the early 1970's. Debbie was always instrumental in getting the camper ready for our weekend adventures. Loading and packing the camper until not a single inch was left unused. Too many family picnics and parties to mention with our cousins, the Miner's and Doherty's. Usually in Webster with the our cousins spoiling us. You see, we all were the babies. Christmases, Easter, Memorial day and July 4th were always the best. I do have to mention one memory involving our cousin Peggy Doherty. She was teaching Debbie how to ride a bike, when Debbie fell off and lost her front tooth, it was not a baby tooth either. Boy was our mom mad. When Debbie was in high school, attending St. Agnes, she competed in color guard with me. We were members of the Junior Crusaders and we would travel each weekend to competitions all over the state and Canada with our Dad acting as chaperone and chauffeur. He never missed a competition or parade. He had pet names for us. I was Sarge and Debbie was Borie. As we got older, married and had children our own we were still inseparable. We ended up living in the same town with our children attending the same school district and belonging to the same sport teams. Family gatherings continued and still do. Debbie was the glue that kept us together. She was a stickler for traditions. Our Christmases will not be the same without her.