tony sciarabba The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before.
Peter N Borreggine Relation to Deceased: Nephew I remember how wonderful Uncle Joe was to me and my brother. How he brought to the legislature office when we were younger and showed us where he worked. Its been years since I saw him and I remember when I met him at the hospital when my father (Peter P. Borreggine) had taken ill shortly before he passed away in December of 1987. My thoughts and prayers are with my cousins and my aunt Mary. He will be missed. Love Peter Borreggine The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Peter & Mary Ann J. Borrelli, Jr. Relation to Deceased: Cousin I regret not being able to make cousin Joe’s visitation or funeral due to business travel. Joe was a consummate gentleman, great husband, wonderful father, and dedicated public servant. Some of my fondest memories are of the many Sundays and holidays we spent at the Ferrari home on Parkway sharing great times with my cousins. My thoughts and prayers are with my cousins Mary, Louis and Maria and everyone in their family. We love you. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
josephine blandino The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
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tony sciarabba The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before.
Peter N Borreggine Relation to Deceased: Nephew I remember how wonderful Uncle Joe was to me and my brother. How he brought to the legislature office when we were younger and showed us where he worked. Its been years since I saw him and I remember when I met him at the hospital when my father (Peter P. Borreggine) had taken ill shortly before he passed away in December of 1987. My thoughts and prayers are with my cousins and my aunt Mary. He will be missed. Love Peter Borreggine The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Peter & Mary Ann J. Borrelli, Jr. Relation to Deceased: Cousin I regret not being able to make cousin Joe’s visitation or funeral due to business travel. Joe was a consummate gentleman, great husband, wonderful father, and dedicated public servant. Some of my fondest memories are of the many Sundays and holidays we spent at the Ferrari home on Parkway sharing great times with my cousins. My thoughts and prayers are with my cousins Mary, Louis and Maria and everyone in their family. We love you. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
josephine blandino The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips