• Catavolos-Berry Funeral Home
    Westlake, OH
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Anthony D. Borrelli 1922 - 2011
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Friday, April 15, 2011
Dad, if I were to be granted one more moment with you, I would tell you how very proud I am to be your son. Thank you.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
I spent the last few days thinking about a memory of my Grandpa to share. A memory that would encapsulate all his best qualities, and truly honor who he was as a person. It seemed appropriate to tell you about his rose garden, king of the hill, or backyard Frisbee... so I was puzzled to find the memory that kept surfacing was a memory he wasn't even present for.
I read sometime awhile back that we should cherish the memories we carry with us, because our conscious mind held onto them for a reason. Even the seemingly arbitrary moments of a bike ride or a vanilla cone, are carefully selected as memories that ˜make the cut", memories that will play such an important role in who we are to become- we are allowed to remember them no matter how much time passes. The story I want to share is one such memory.
I couldn't tell you my age, although if I had to guess I was probably eight. I remember sitting in the passenger seat of my dad's car, in the days before an air bag might have forced me to sit in back. We were on our way home from church, and at some point in the drive I asked a question about his car. There were a lot of things I didn't understand about cars. I probably asked him what it felt like to drive. What did this button do? Or what about that dial? To be honest if I had to recollect the details of what I actually asked him I don't think I could.
What I remember most was how I felt: Even as a child it occurred to me that my endless questions might be annoying. I was grilling him with one after another. Every answer he gave, just made me want to know more. I don't recall being particularly sensitive to how tiring such a persistent inquisitiveness might be while navigating Lorain road on a Sunday. I have long forgotten his answers, I just remember his energy. Calm. Patient. Open.
It might seem counter-intuitive to share a memory about my Dad, rather than my Grandpa... and there were probably more colorful memories between my Dad and I to have shared at that. Yet I thought about our conversation about cars many times in the past few days. Why? Why after 22 years do I still remember that car ride?
Maybe my rationale isn't readily apparent so let me close the circle by saying that to me my Dad is one of the most important parts of my Grandpa's legacy. A Dad patiently regarding his daughter's barrage of questions was a personality trait that he inherited from the man who came before him. My most persistent memories of my Grandpa are not things we did together... but rather the calm, open, patient way he moved through life... and helped shape the life of the man who would raise me.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Say not in grief: "He is no more; but live in thankfulness that he was. -Hebrew Proverb

We come today to give thanks for the life of Anthony Borrelli. We recall the way he taught us through his actions, through the way he lived his life, through the way he cared about his family and friends. It is a wonderful thing to stop and pause, to step outside of our regular daily tasks to remember, to savor, to recollect, and to give thanks to the God of all creation who brought Tony into this life, and in whose presence Tony now dwells.

Tony was born in 1922-was a child in the Great Depression, lived through and served in WWII, was blessed by a long, loving marriage to Vera, had the joy of three children and seven grandchildren. When people recall Tony, I see a man who epitomizes what has been called the Greatest Generation: a man whose word was his bond, who made promises and kept them, who was devoted to his wife and children, who was loyal to his country and his God. Life was not always easy-but his life was always guided by honest, straightforward values. Hard work, honest living, love of family... and a love of roses.

Yes. Roses. This man, tended some of creation's most lovely, most aromatic, most winning flowers. He nurtured beauty-beauty that grew up from cold frozen ground, beauty that grew up aournd him in the ones he loved.

Do not stand by my grave and weep
For I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am diamonds that glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of butterflies in joyous flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I only seem to have died.

Tony's faith was important to him--and we trust that he dwells now with the God of all creation, Tony now a gardener in God's garden, now at peace, and at rest where the ravages of time no longer corrupt. Tony continues to live in the hearts of those he loved, and those who loved him.

Say not in grief: "He is no more; but live in thankfulness that he was. -Hebrew Proverb
Saturday, April 09, 2011
As the family has talked about Dad in recent days, there has been a consensus that Dad was a good husband. He was a good father. He was a good grandfather. But has stood out the most is that he was a good man.

Dad is from, what Tom Brokaw has described as, the greatest generation. He was courageous and willing to sacrifice during World War II, but also on the home front. He did what it took to provide for his wife and children no questions asked. He was true to his word. If he told you he would do something, he would do it. If he told you he would be somewhere, he would be there. Dad was a good man.

When someone did him a kindness, he said thank you. If he had an opportunity to be kind or generous, he was kind and generous--not just with his money, but also with his time, and his efforts. He was strong. He wasn't afraid to work hard. If he was going to do a job, he was going to do it right. Dad was a good man.

He believed that a man should meet his responsibilities. As a citizen, he voted in every election. He followed the news. He wrote to his public servants about issues that were important to him. As a member of West Park United Church of Christ, he served on Boards, ushered on Sundays and faithfully came to worship. He was loyal. If you were a friend, you were a friend for life. If you were a family member, he would do anything for you. Dad was a good man.

We love him for who he was and how he taught us. And we will miss him.
Thursday, April 07, 2011
May God bring comfort and strength to you at this time of sorrow. "He that exercises faith in the Son has everlasting life.........."(John 3: 36)

Cleveland, Ohio
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Thoughts and prayers are with all of you as you mourn the loss of father, grandfather, friend. Always a ready smile, a neighborhood fixture; another piece of childhood gone and grieved. May the love of God give you comfort, may the strength of God give you peace. Love to you all, Sandi Lilly
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
I was sorry to hear of your fathers passing. I miss seeing you at church. My sincere sympathy to your entire family.
Dede Todd
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Our thoughts and prayers are with you at this most difficult time. God Bless all of you.
The Zmina Family
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
My deepest sympathy to all of you.

Florence Boughner
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