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zia connie
 
if you could see me now  
If you could see me now you wouldn't shed a tear. Though you may not understand why I'm no longer there. Remember my spirit that is the real me because I'm still very much alive I've just been set free, Oh, if you could only see! I have beheld our Father's face and I have touched my Saviour's hand. All of Heaven's angels rejoiced
as I entered the promised land. Beyond the gates of pearl I've walked on the golden streets.
I've touched the walls of jasper and dipped my foot in the crystal sea. The beauty is beyond words and nothing could compare, I've seen your mansion and someday I'll meet you there. Let Jesus be your guide because his word will show you the way! So please don't cry because we will meet again someday.

your sis connie
 
DOMENIC'S LEGACY  
We came over from Italy in September 1959.  At that time Domenic was 3 years old.  My most vivid memory of my brother as a little girl was how fast he could run.  My brother had so much energy.  I remember looking at him running up and down the stairs of our home and running past me, he almost knocked me down but I remember thinking that I wanted to follow him because it looked like fun.  I also remember summers off from school where my mom wanted us out of her hair while she did her housework.  My brother would gather us all downstairs with Angie my older sister and he would think of things we could do to keep us entertained.  whether it was playing floor hockey, or dance contests and even wrestling matches we always had so much fun.  What I also remember about domenic was his strength.  He could lift anything with one hand and I remember always thinking he must be hercules.  He had a certain laughter that none of us had, it was cute and quiet.  He also had a great sense of humor.  Always playing pranks on all of us, whether it meant scaring the heck out of us by hiding behind a door and yanking your hair OR just sneaking into your room while it was dark and touching your feet while you screamed running down the stairs. My brother also had a mind of his own.  I remember he wanted to go watch a rock concert featuring bands from the 70's in the early 70's.  My mother forbid him to go because she knew my dad would get mad.  The concert was playing in Woodstock Ontario.  My brother snuck out in the middle of the night and him and his friends hitchhiked all the way to Woodstock Ontario.  My mother was on pins and needles not knowing if my dad would find out what he did or what time he was going to finally come home or if he was even going to make it home.  But he did and man was he ever excited.  All the rock bands he got to see he was over the moon.
My brother was fiercely protective and feared no one.  As a result I grew up feeling very safe as long as he was around.  When he died that safety left me.  I know Domenic knew we loved him and I know after he passed on and he looked back at what he did that he realized he left us all very broken hearted.  I regret my younger brother Pepe never had the chance to grow old with his older brother.  I know it pains him not to have his big brother around.   
The thing that stands out more than anything was the way he would say "goodnight".  He would say "goodnight, goodnight, goodnight".  If you responded by saying "goodnight"  He would repeat it again "goodnight, goodnight, goodnight" until you said it back to him 3 times.  He had this habit as a young boy until he grew into a man.  

You have been gone for 30 years now - but you don't forget you never forget.  The memories always play in my head. I feel he is always with us and now he has another one of our treasured members of our family - Sammy Pepe. 

Love you Dom - goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. 

 
 

aunt connie
 
 
Its hard to put together a legacy for one that died so young. I can say that while sammy was on this earth that he was kind, gentle, funny, mischievious, adventerous and the list could go on and on.

Sammy was born at St. Michael's hospital on March 30th, 1984. I remember getting the phone call at the office that my sister had another boy. She decided to name him Sam after my father. When I went to visit Sammy in the hospital I fell instantly in love. When he came home from the hospital I could not get enough of him. I told myself I wanted a boy just like him. When his mom (my sister) Angie asked me and my husband to be his godparents I did not hesitate to say yes! As Sammy was growing I would visit the house often. He was a bundle of joy - running around, laughing, playing and just being a boy. What a happy child.
Sammy grew to be a fine young man, never in trouble with the law, a great student and always always did his homework and came home with terrific grades. When Sammy became a teenager he wanted what all teenagers want "a car". When he received his license he told his parents that he wanted to buy his own car. His mom and dad agreed by saying whatever you save up I will match you. Well Sammy found a parttime job and put together enough money that he was able to buy himself a jeep with the money his mom and dad matched him with. His parents did not expect him to save that much money injust 3 short months but they had to honor their promise. He bought his first car a jeep when he was only 17 years old. He loved that jeep it was his baby. After the Jeep came a Z24. I remember calling him one morning to say I saw a car for sale in someones driveway. He immediately walked over to the house with his brother Gino to check it out. When he went with his parents they put in an offer and the owners of the car took a liking to Sammy and lowered the price of the car.
Sammy wore the weight of the world on his sleeve. Sammy was always there when you called on him. He was a loyal son, brother, cousin, nephew and grandson. He would do anything for his family as well as his friends. Alot of his friends looked to him for advise and he would always have time for whomever called on him. As he was growing up every Sunday Angie and i would take Sammy, Paul (Sammy's brother) and my son whose also named Sammy to their grandmothers house. The boys were inseperable. They played together constantly, hung out at the park, hung out at our houses, ate together, fought together they loved each other to death.

Sammy graduated from Dante Alighieri High School in 2002 and he enrolled in a paralegal course at Humber College for which he completed his first semester in March 2003. He was looking to continue college but in either marketing or computers. He was accepted for both. Sammy was very independent. Sammy did not judge anyone by their colour or race. He believed that everyone on this earth was equal. Sammy was very religious and he had the tattoo of jesus placed on his arm and whenever we drove by a church or cemetary he would do the sign of the cross. I know Sammy did not realize when he took his own life the effect this would have on all of us. We explained the devastation we all felt when their Uncle Domenic died so he knew what the impact would be. I strongly believe that Sammy acted on impulse as it was not his character not to at least tell us his true feelings. He kept it all well hidden. I realize people will say he would have done it anyway but had we been given one chance to at least try to talk him through what he was feeling it wouldn't have left such an empty hole in our hearts, either way it did.


We know that sammy spirit is living on and he is always here with us and that Sammy has finally found peace.

We love you sammy "remember the rainbows and the sunsets, I'm still here, I've never really left".
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