167 Wakelee Avenue, Ansonia, CT 06401
Phone: (203) 734-1490 Fax: (203) 735-4467
Memorial Contributions May Be Made To:
St. Thomas the Apostle Church, 733 Oxford Road, Oxford, CT 06478
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Erin Koehler Barlow posted a condolence
Wednesday, February 20, 2019Dear Vassallo Family, I guess I’ve been in shock since my phone call with Leslie last week, which I know knows no comparison to yours. Finding out Mama V had passed has been unbelievable to me. I’m so sorry for your loss. I’ve been thinking back on fun times with you all. Holidays, birthday parties, swimming, talking about Guiding Light our mutual love of Reba’s music, etc. Your mom always made me feel so welcomed (but just don’t go into the bell room. Lol!). You are a strong group who will carry on just the way she would have expected you too. Sending my love to prayers to you all. Erin ❤️❤️
Wendy (Slie) Carrafiello posted a condolence
Wednesday, February 20, 2019Mr. Vassallo & family, I’m so sorry to hear of your loss. Mrs. Vassallo was a beautful and spirited human. I am honored to have known her. I have such wonderful memories of her that are a cherished part of my childhood. Her life brought joy and laughter to others. Your family is my thoughts and prayers.
Karen T Anderson posted a condolence
Tuesday, February 19, 2019My heart is breaking. I just now found out that you are gone my friend. For over 18 years I have know you & loved you. I know how much you loved your family I pray for them. I hope you are at peace. I pray that your family will find some peace & understanding. Good Bye Mommabear love you always.
Carol Lichwala posted a condolence
Tuesday, February 19, 2019Rest in peace my dear beloved friend. I remember all the phone calls we shared. My heart is so full of sadness for your passing. We had a lot in common that we found out through the years. You shared the same birthday as my beloved sister Pauline who I am hoping you will find in heaven. I send much love to the family. They all know how much you loved them.
Sandy Davis posted a condolence
Wednesday, February 13, 2019Charlie & Family Shocked to hear of the passing of Beverly. Accept my deepest and heartfelt sympathy. Sandy Davis
Steve Blanchette posted a condolence
Monday, February 11, 2019Kyle & family, We are so sorry for your loss. Our thoughts & prayers are with you all during this difficult time. God bless you all. RIP, Mrs Vassallo. Steve & Pam Blanchette & family
Lynette Walker posted a condolence
Saturday, February 9, 2019In Gods garden of beautiful flowers he chose the best - Love you Bev Prayers and Blessings to family - God be with you all
David barber posted a condolence
Friday, February 8, 2019Dear Leslie.Merrianne and all the family I'm so very,very sorry to hear about Bev(our as I called BB)your Mum's passing.We were friends on Facebook and as shallow Facebook can be.I would like to stress that BB and I were actually very close friends, We seemed to have the same interests and outlook on life and were in e mail contact with each other too.We met through another mutual friend from my School days and became very firm friends who could Laugh at at each others jokes and comment on each others views.really close friends.The world is now a much sadder place without you BB,I'm going to miss you, Rest In Peace BB My Prayers to all the Family David(Davie)Barber.
Merrianne Vassallo Cipolla posted a condolence
Wednesday, February 6, 2019Thank you for being with us today to celebrate the life of a remarkable woman, our mother Beverly. I’ve learned, there are no lessons about the “Art of Mothering.” We can only do our best and hope that we do well. My mother certainly received an A++ in this. First and foremost, my Mom was a friend. As the beautiful Carole King sings in her song “You’ve got a friend,” “You just call out my name and you know wherever I am, I’ll come running to see you again. Winter spring summer or fall all you have to do is call and I’ll be there, yes I will, you’ve got a friend.” Mommy was my first friend and also my best friend, as she was the only person who could mend my heart simply by being herself. When any of us kids hurt, she hurt 4x as much and consequently, would do everything in her power to nourish us. Often, it was an unassuming phone call inviting us over for a meal. “Dad is going to the store and wanted to know if you would like to come over to eat. We’re thinking chicken on the grill.” Other times, she bought a small gift of something she knew would lift our spirits. One poignant time in my life, I fell into a slump after calling off my wedding. What a terrible period as I navigated an array of feelings and thoughts, constantly getting in my own way of progress, depriving myself from happiness. It was my lowest low. I know Mommy worried for me. I also knew she had my back. She showed up at my door one summer day, not with answers, but simply her presence. I can remember sitting on the church steps of where I would have been married in just a month, sobbing, questioning my decision. My Mom just sat, sat rubbing my back and in her quiet, unassuming way, saying, “I hate seeing you hurt and wish I could take it away.” But she held me up and never let me fall seeing me through it all. When dealing with matters of the heart, she asked a lot of questions and in doing so, tucked in a few pieces of advice that were meant to make me think and reflect. What a powerful method of guidance that transcended over the course of 41 years. What a gift- I hope I can be just as good at with my own children. Over the years, the lessons learned from my mother are vast. From a very young age, we learned that the people under our roof were who mattered the most. Others will come and go, but your family will always be there for you. We were taught to love deep; there is no other way. And when faced with adversaries, Mommy said, “Kill them with kindness” and “it never hurts to say hello.” Such simple wisdom such as, “Don’t do it if you don’t want to do it” shed light when faced with difficult day to day choices. She taught Dad the value of religion on a family’s life. She also showed him how to boastfully burp. As youngsters, Mom made dinner every night and couldn’t possibly make a meal that suited everyone’s taste buds. After listening to us complain night after night, she finally said, “Don’t want it, don’t eat it.” This became her signature phrase at dinner time. Yet, to date, the most important lesson to us was that sometimes the right choice is not the easy choice. Now, that outlook takes grit. And that was something my Mommy had a lot of. That outlook inspired passion in my day to day work as an educator. So often it was easy to get caught up in red tape and bureaucracy, but with grit, you have a backbone. My Mom was a lover of hot, hazy, summer days, coffee light with extra creamers on the side. She actually liked ironing and could make our most beat up pair of pants look like they just came back from the dry cleaners. She loved music- all kinds ranging from Reba Mcintyre to Rusted Root. She was a lover of tea at 3:00 in the afternoon. She was lily of the valley and tulips. She was a devoted daughter who loved her parents more than any of us could ever know. She was a Guiding Light and Jeopardy junkie. She threw in some Judge Judy for good measure. She was Patsy Cline and Carole King dancing in the kitchen. She was Edelweiss playing her guitar. She was a lover of snow and the peace it brought her. She was a quiet observer of deer in the backyard. She was a collector of bells, walking sticks, teapots, and lots of other trinkets that most would call junk. She was silly. She was serious. She was our biggest fan. But out of all her loves, her most favorite were her grandchildren- her pretty little heart beat for our children. If I close my eyes, I can still hear her say, “What a little sweetheart” referring to my daughter Lilianna. She won our children’s hearts easily. She conversed with my little Louie for 20 minutes on the phone, listening to his babbling and responding. She didn’t mind and it gave this tired Mom a little break to wash dishes. A kid at heart, I recall her most recent visit to my house where she plopped herself on the kitchen floor playing blocks with my children. They made tunnels, castles and towers. Then, my daughter, commanded her to sit on the floor in her room and play dollhouse. I listened from the doorway. My Mom still had the imagination and creative mind to endlessly play. My beautiful Mom died due to a broken heart. The bottom two chambers were weak, causing an arrhythmic heartbeat. The irony is the way she passed is that those of us in this room who knew my Mom, know that she had the biggest and most compassionate heart. It burst with love for everyone sitting in this room. I can easily look around and recall stories and musings she shared with me about each of you. She loved. . .with all her heart. She had such a pretty little heart. I’d like to conclude with a quote from Elisabeth Kubler Ross, “The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”
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Wednesday, February 6, 2019