I find out on Saturday that Fannie past away sometime on Saturday, it was sad know that I’ll never see the Morrongiello’s again, but take solace knowing they are together again

Together Again

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Below is a a story written by his granddaughter Michelle:

The Mayor of Stack Drive
A little story about the biggest man on the block

There once was a man named Michael Salvatore Morrongiello who lived to be 95 years old. This man was very special as he was loved by people of all ages.

“Can Sal come out and play?” was not an uncommon request from the kids on the block over his 25+ years of residence. Each day he placed his chair in the usual spot where he could oversea the street’s activities. He watched kids play ball, neighbors wash their car or his beautiful garden grow.

Sal never met a stranger. He literally made friends wherever he went. He made conversations with construction workers, paperboys or folks standing in line. Pretty much everyone he came into contact with he exchanged pleasantries. It’s a trait that if more common, this world would be a better, more-friendly place.

Time was Sal’s friend until his final days. Even when his body started to betray him, his positive attitude was barely tarnished.

One of the last things I heard my grandpa say, with a big grin on his face, to his bride of almost 75 years, “Filomena - when I come home we’re going to dance all night.”

Sal

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Wake up around 6, get dressed, out of the house by 6:30, stop for
breakfast, coffee at Dunkin Donuts via the drivethrough, get to SI around
7:45, I get a new tie, there’s some confusion about us missing the
funeral, drive to Matthew funeral home, parking drama, we get there super
early and find out we haven’t missed a thing, see Auntie Nene and other
members of the family/coast guard family, pay our last respects to Uncle
Rey, get in someone elses funeral procession, drive back to the
funeral home and follow the right procession (someone else gets lost, too),
mass for Uncle Ray, processional to the grave yard, taps, prayer, burial,
we were handed flowers that your family gave, lunch at DelMundo (bread,
frozen butter, coke, diet coke, tap water, more bread, salad, pasta,
chicken, fish or veal, so full, everyone leaves before coffee and desert. back to
my parents house, bathroom break, we chat, you fix the answering machine,
we drive back, shop at Wegmans, relax, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

My Uncle Rey

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Yesterday afternoon, my dad called me and told me that my uncle Rey died. The conversation was short and I was at a loss for words. It was somewhat expected because uncle Rey has been battling cancer for the past few years, but at the same time it was unexpected to hear the news that day. Today, I call I called my mom today to see when the funeral was, and she tells me that he was alive yesterday and then he died again today. He apparently came back came back to life yesterday. Apparently sometimes people can die and come back (I don’t know how it happened exactly). Today my family was able to visit him at the hospital. According to my mom, he was not able to talk, but he showed lots of emotion on his face. Shortly after the visit, he died for real. It’s so weird to think that he died, but he was alive and then find out that after the fact he died again.

My uncle Rey

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Working late lately, at work, dad calls, I find out that my uncle Rey died today, sad, I need to take a day off later, come home, Wawa, see Across the Universe with Crystal and Laura, good movie, story flows with Beatles songs and references, Chung calls, doesn’t sound happy

My uncle Ray

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Today around 2:30pm, Crystal’s grandmother passed away.

Wild Turkeys crossing the street on the way home

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