"Nicholas G. LoIacono Relation to Deceased: Son Two years, and two weeks past; and there isn't a day that goes by that I think of you, and wish we had more time to spend together, I miss you, and your laughter, and your honest ways. Those we love remain with us for love itself lives on, and cherished memories never fade because a loved one's gone. Those we love can never be more than a thought apart, far as long as there is memory, they'll live on in the heart."
In loving memory of
Nicholas LoIacono
August 25, 1916 - November 15, 2007
Name: Nicholas LoIacono
Life Dates: 8/25/1916 - 11/15/2007
City Of Birth: Realmonte, Sicily, Italy
Survived by
Survived by his wife Laura (Contestable) LoIacono; children Roseann Ciochetto, Stephan (Diane) LoIacono, Nicholas G. LoIacono Angela McLaughlin; grandchildren Andrea Boccacino, Paula (Michael) Eldridge, Marc (Jennifer) LoIacono, Todd LoIacono, Susan LoIacono, Stephanie (Christopher) Scott, Taylor McLaughlin Jason LoIacono; Six great-grandchildren; several nieces nephews.
Donations
Donations may be sent to the Scholl of the Holy Childhood, 100 Groton Parkway, Rochester NY 14623 or Lifetime Care, 3111 Winton Road S, Rochester NY 14623
Services
Visitation Sunday 1PM until 5PM. Nicholas' Funeral Mass will be held 9:30 on Monday at Most Precious Blood Church. Interment Holy Sepulchre Cemetery.
Tributes
"Nicholas G. LoIacono Relation to Deceased: Son Hey Dad; 4 years past and it feel like last week. I miss your wry sense of humor, your love of gardening, and how much you loved mom. you're always in my prayers, The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips"
"Nicholas G. LoIacono Relation to Deceased: Son Hey Dad; 4 years past and it feel like last week. I miss your wry sense of humor, your love of gardening, and how much you loved mom. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips"