Ron Evangelista Relation to Deceased: friend It is sad to see the passing of a man who was so kind. As a young boy Mr. Bianchi took time to coach my grammar school basketball team. From that day on I called him “Coach”. That was 45 years ago and I still remember his kindness. He was a man of character and faith who left this life to go to a better place—probably with a better basketball team., I will miss him and remember him in my prayers. 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
Kathi Donofrio Relation to Deceased: Friend I remember going to the Bianchi’s house on Emerson St. Easter Sunday every year for a brunch that would knock your socks off. There was always more than enough food and they always had an open door policy. Mr. “B” as most of know you as, you will be missed very much. 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
Ron Evangelista Relation to Deceased: friend It is sad to see the passing of a man who was so kind. As a young boy Mr. Bianchi took time to coach my grammar school basketball team. From that day on I called him “Coach”. That was 45 years ago and I still remember his kindness. He was a man of character and faith who left this life to go to a better place—probably with a better basketball team., I will miss him and remember him in my prayers. 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
Kathi Donofrio Relation to Deceased: Friend I remember going to the Bianchi’s house on Emerson St. Easter Sunday every year for a brunch that would knock your socks off. There was always more than enough food and they always had an open door policy. Mr. “B” as most of know you as, you will be missed very much. 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