Mr. Joseph Scimeca

Dear Pa Pa Joe:

You will be missed always in our hearts and souls. I always considered myself lucky to have a grandparent who lived as long as you. It must of have been difficult for you to keep up with such a dramatic change in our world.

One day, I can share these memories with Nicole and she will remember you when she grows up. The sad part of it all was that the pictures of Nicole were given to

Dear Pa Pa Joe:

You will be missed always in our hearts and souls. I always considered myself lucky to have a grandparent who lived as long as you. It must of have been difficult for you to keep up with such a dramatic change in our world.

One day, I can share these memories with Nicole and she will remember you when she grows up. The sad part of it all was that the pictures of Nicole were given to you, and in such a short time, they were given back. That's when it touched me that you are on your way to join the angels above.

We love you and will always cherish our memories with you.

Love Always,

Kim & Nicole

"When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We’d hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We’d ride

"When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We’d hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We’d ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days grow short
I’m in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
from fine old kegs
from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year"

It was a mess of good years, wasn't it Dad??

We will miss you.
Love you, Sue and Pete

Joe will be deeply missed, I will always remember his greeting every morning I woke him up "boy, you're pretty", always made me feel good! R.I.P. Joe, we will miss you!

Thank you Joe, for your love of music, particularly the Big Band sound. We loved meeting you and Pete and Sue at Governors State for those concerts and sharing those times with you. You will be missed. Our deepest sympathies to the Scimeca Family.

Hopefully giving your family some solice...
these words I spoke over my father's grave:

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that

Hopefully giving your family some solice...
these words I spoke over my father's grave:

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye - 1932

Dear Pete and Sue,
We are so sorry to hear the news about Pete’s father Joseph Scimeca. You are in our thoughts and prayers. We will be thinking of you and the rest of the family. Sending you lots of love.

The eagle has flown so many many years and his wings became too tired to go on. His far seeing eyes no longer see the his heart's mate and the past speaks louder than the present. The eagle falls quietly to lay on the breast of the Mother and his passing is noted by many. Their eyes turn to the skies to search for him still but know that he now flies in the heavens, remembered by all. Wishing peace

The eagle has flown so many many years and his wings became too tired to go on. His far seeing eyes no longer see the his heart's mate and the past speaks louder than the present. The eagle falls quietly to lay on the breast of the Mother and his passing is noted by many. Their eyes turn to the skies to search for him still but know that he now flies in the heavens, remembered by all. Wishing peace and ease of spirit to those who love him still.
It has been a true gift knowing Mr. Scimeca through his son, Pete, and daughter in law, Susan. I feel I knew him very well and will miss him a great deal.