Serafino Viavattene

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serafino viavattene

Serafino Viavattene

September 20, 1928 ~ October 30, 2013

serafino viavattene

September 20, 1928 ~ October 30, 2013


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  1. May your memories of life shared with your dad live in your heart always, and keep the love of family growing stronger each day.

  2. So sorry for your loss, Sal. I pray all of the memories you have of your Dad will bring you comfort in this difficult time. My condolences to all of the Viavattene family.

  3. Our thoughts and prayers are with the family during this difficult time. Your smile and laughter will truly be missed. Rest in Peace Padrino.

  4. To Sal and Family, May God give you peace during this tough time and may you find comfort in each other and friends. Please accept my deepest condolences.

  5. Kyle Gearhart purchased flowers (Peace & Serenity Dishgarden)

    Please accept our most heartfelt sympathies for your loss. Our thoughts are with you and your family during this difficult time. Kyle & Paula Gearhart

  6. As I sit here thousands of miles away thinking of the sorrow my family is currently going through I am all of a sudden flooded with memories of Uncle Fino and Aunt Pina and my cousins Phyllis and Sal. I think back through all the many memories: the summers we went swimming at the house on Drexel, the times we would walk from their house to Andrea’s house on Baier, the dog they had, the hundreds of meals we shared and thousands of cups of coffee we drank, the holidays we spent together, the family that would visit us from Italy, the vacations Uncle Fino and Aunt Pina would tell us about, the first (and last) time Uncle Fino cut my hair, the trips to his barber shop, the loud conversations at all our houses, the way he would smile (and pinch their cheeks) when he saw my kids, the way he never complained about his treatments, the time he and Aunt Pina visited Arizona and I made them a meal (I wish I had known earlier that they didn’t really like salmon), the picnics at Letchworth, Phyllis and Mark’s wedding, birthday celebrations and anniversaries, the times I would see him at his grandchildren’s games, all the games of cards that were played, him cutting his grass (in the earlier years), all those summer days spent together in our garages, their new cars and new house, the time we visited them at their condo in Florida, the way Lou and my uncle would tease each other and my last was the picnic we went to this summer at the Italian American club. There are so many more. It seems like once a loved one is gone do we then slow down to really understand just how much of an impact one life has had on so many others. I think of Uncle Fino as my uncle, but he was so much more. He was a son to his parents. He was a loving and devoted husband to my Aunt for over 53 years, he was a father to Phyllis for (## years) and he gave Sal one last birthday together the day before he died. He was a father-in-law to Mark and Terri and a grandfather to Nicole, Alexandra, Rachel, Rianna, Cole, and Julia. He was a brother to Andrea, and an uncle to many nieces and nephews, including Salvatore and Carlo (and their families) and my sister Rose and husband Ken, Michelle and her children, Fran and Steve and their children and my husband Louis. He was a brother-in-law to my mom and dad, Aunt Mary, Aunt Lina and Rita along with his family in Italy and France. He was a boss to his employees at the barber shop, a patient to his doctors, nurses and pharmacists, a neighbor and a friend to so so many. One life cannot exist without impacting and being shared with so many others. But perhaps the greatest relationship he had was that he was a child of God (as we all our) and just like when a child returns home after a long time away we celebrate that they are finally home and throw a big party. I know that is what happens in Heaven when God is finally reunited with one of His children. He is finally home and is having the biggest and longest party of his life. And while we are sad and will miss him every day, for those who believe, we are promised that we WILL be reunited. My hope and peace rests in this promise and I pray it gives you strength and peace to endure the days ahead until you too will have a party waiting for you someday. I miss you Uncle Fino and I pray that Aunt Pina is surrounded continually by friends and family as the hardest days will be the months ahead. I am so sorry that I cannot be there personally to express my sympathy to you. Know you have been in my thoughts and prayers every day, especially during these last weeks.