Donald Perfetti

Claire & family

We are very sorry to hear about the loss of your brother.

To the Perfetti family; We wanted to express our sincere sympathy, and offer our condolences and prayers for all your family in this time of grief. Don was a high school friend of everyone, a gentle person, a happy guy, and a perfect gentleman.
My husband met Don at one of our class re-unions a number of years ago, and they hit it off right from the start. Both with military experiences to chat about. We'll both miss Don, it hurts to see a friend leave us, but we'll pray for Don and his...

TO THE PERFETTI FAMILY

PLEASE ACCEPT MY CONDOLENCES ON THE DEATH OF MY FRIEND DON. I HAVE GOOD MEMORIES OF HIM IN HIGH SCHOOL AND WORKING AT THE FIRST NATIONAL ON STATE ST.

As a student of his real estate school, he painted very vibrant pictures of situations that I will carry on with me for the rest of my career. He was one of the best and will be thoughtfully remembered by many.

Don was a wonderful man with a great smile and infectious laugh. Thanks to his diligent efforts and valuable training I received my real estate license in 1987. I'll never forget his vibrant wardrobe as well.

He played a vital role in real estate in the desert and will never be forgotten. After his retirement, he would introduce himself as "Don Perfetti, RETIRED". He truly is retired now, and may he rest in peace.

To his family, Death leaves a heartache no one can...

Thank you for my real estate career and 20 years of friendship.
Wray Pomeroy

I have known Don and Barbara for many years and my thoughts and prayers are with you Barbara. I will miss the laughs we shared when when we got together at Realtor functions.

We happily remember the youthful days on Kendall Avenue in Rutland. Our thoughts and prayers are with Don and the rest of the family at this difficult time.

Pooch & Bert
Bill & Claire
Sister Judy Levins

One of my favorite memories of Uncle Donald: Don had come to Minnesota for my sister's wedding and my parents' 25th wedding anniversary. The anniversary dinner was held at the Lexington, a classic supper club in St. Paul, with flatware bearing the reataurant's name. I told Uncle Don that I liked the spoons. Later, after leaving the "Lex," Uncle Don pulled me aside--and like a street peddler hawking stolen watches--opened his jacket, pulled a soup spoon from an inside pocket, and with a big...