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October 27, 2017
My thoughts and prayers are with you all. Neighbors and friends for many years. God Bless You.
September 24, 2017
Al Parmisano Who We Loved So!
The passing of Al is to many of us the loss of an anchor. He was the one who for decades
held the extended family together. Always there with a word of encouragement, a smile and a
joke he could diminish any personal pain simply by being with you.
My earliest memories of family include Al with his parents at the old home on Werner
Avenue near Colma, as well as summers at Felton near Santa Cruz, his parent's summer home.
From an early age, even before there was such a thing in the world, Al was a rock star. He
played boogie-woogie on the piano like a pro and was the love of the older aunts and uncles all
of whom are now long gone. He transcended generations fitting in as easily and gracefully with
his grandchildren as he did with his elders. People gravitated to his warm smile and loving
nature. You could not help but do so. Nearly every memory I have retains snippets of Al in
various stages of life. I remember when I was seven or eight waiting at his new home on
Redwood Way in Millbrae with he and Cathy his new bride for their furniture to arrive. Al with
all the things on his mind had thought to take me with him to visit for an afternoon.
When my father's job tore us away from the family in the Bay Area to Los Angeles, I
was ten. Al and his family were the first to visit us. It was like a balm applied to the open wound
of home-sickness for a small child as it was for my sister, mother and father. In the fifties, sixties
and seventies we watched his own family grow with Mike, Debbie, John and Mark. A whole
new generation of Parmisano's sallied forth.
I remember Al at Disneyland in the early 60's with the kids venturing onto the Peter Pan
ride and disappearing for what seemed like hours. They went in and never came out until finally
we saw them exiting the ride through a side door. The entire ride had gone down when a child's
straw hat had jammed the machinery. With Al it was always a thrill a minute. Never a sour word.
You had to know him through each of the ages of life to truly appreciate him. From the
teenager behind the wheel of his father's old Packard, to the time when he returned from his stint
in the Air Force, through marriage and parenthood he was a rock good natured but always
steady. There were tragedies, periods when the good times seemed to end as when he lost Cathy
to cancer. But Al found his balance again through his closeness to his son Mark, and ultimately
Laura.
Little had changed of Al's nature decades later when he, Laura and I trekked through the
Tuscan hills in Italy. Al who would never allow anyone else to drive when he was in a car, took
the rental vehicle into the dark twisting and turning cavern of an old castle in Florence. The walls
closed in on us. We could see no way out. We couldn't backup because of the turns. We couldn't
open the doors because it was too tight. We had visions of being entombed. Al said don't panic,
have faith. Sure enough the tunnel took another turn and there was light at the end. He drove us
through a pedestrian only Piazza in front of the Pitti Palace, ended up putting gasoline in a
diesel rental car and even with all of this it was the trip of a lifetime, because Al was there, a
memory I will never forget and will cherish as long as I live. I suspect the only reason Al and I

didn't end up in a Tuscan jail was due to Laura's ability to navigate the Italian language. She
saved us from more crisis than I could count.
There are so many stories, so many memories all of which leave a smile on our faces. It
was the nature of the man and the love that he left behind that are his true mark on this world. He
was at the critical way points of many of our lives, there for us when we needed him. He would
never intrude. He had a natural sense of grace, but he was there, always caring.
Al was in many ways the most tender and sensitive part of us all. We will miss him so
much. His passing is like losing a part of ourselves. Still we have the memories. For us these are
a treasure beyond compare, and we hold them dear.

Steve, Keaw and Megan Martini
Bellingham, WA
Sept. 24, 2017