Obituary for Maria Palazzolo (nee Pellerito)
Passed away peacefully, after a difficult journey, surrounded by her loving family on November 28, 2019 just shy of her 92nd birthday. Wife of the late Alfonso Palazzolo (2005). Loving mother of Nino and wife Lisa Palazzolo, Joanne and husband John Ross, Tina and husband John Fabischek, Peter and wife Nadia Palazzolo, Maria and husband Terry Connel, RoseAnne and husband Cory Barrette. Beloved Nonna of Alphie, Michael, Stephanie, Laura; Althea, Darryl; Mark, Christina, Jeff, Steven; Alyssa, Christie, Eric, Ryan; Rachel, Adam, Bryan; Nicolas and Sofia. Bis-Nonna to Matthew; Madelyn, Mitchell; Chase, Ella; Carli & Kennedy. Predeceased by her parents Pietro and Caterina Pellerito. Dear sister of the late Giuseppe Pellerito, the late Grazia Vitale, the late Francesco Pellerito, the late Benedetta Maniaci, the late Filipa Giordano (Italy) and Rosaria DiMaggio. Special aunt and friend of Rosa Palazzolo. She is survived by her sister-in-law Filippina Pellerito and by many nieces and nephews.
If you so desire, donations to the Hospice of Windsor or to the Hiatus House would be appreciated by the family.
Visitation Sunday, December 1, 2019 from 3-5 and 7-9 p.m. Parish prayers Sunday at 4:30 p.m. at Families First, 3160 Dougall Ave., South Windsor, 519-969-5841.
On Monday, December 2nd, 2019, family and friends are invited to meet at Our Lady of Mount Carmel Church, 4401 Mount Royal Drive for Mass at 10:30 a.m.
Entombment Heavenly Rest Cemetery.
We remember our mother’s garden—
the riotous beauty of lilies, marigolds, daisies, roses in every shade—
the smell of summer suffusing the whole yard,
gigantically glorious homemade bouquets that graced
our humble table and coloured our black-and-white world.
We remember our mother’s kitchen—
the smell of garlic and herbs simmering in sauce, infusing all with her spicy style:
roasted meats, fresh vegetables, homemade pasta, baked apple pies, S cookies—
the endless bounty of our table, rich and nourishing—the best food in the world.
We remember our mother’s creativity—
sewing, knitting, crocheting, embroidering
beautiful dresses, comforting sweaters, colourful quilts, delicate scenes
decorating our lives with her gifts of love.
With profound reverence, we honour our mother’s spirit—
A cultured, refined artist with the heart of a tenacious warrior.
She loved entertaining, joking, telling stories, playing music,
reading books, watching classics.
Above all, she loved her children and grandchildren, sacrificing all for our wellbeing,
never missing an opportunity to brag, her hopes and dreams realized in us.
Our accomplishments—love, education, success—were hers.
We remember all she was, all she gave, all she did, and her nature comes into focus:
these priceless pieces of herself, vivid and varied, gather into a soulful masterpiece.
Whenever we see stained glass framed in lead,
sunlight streaming through after a storm, we will remember our mamma.
And when we stand together, parts of a whole, the hole will be filled.
Mamma, in our stories and in our hearts, you will live forever.