Mark J. Cerciello M.D.

We miss you every day, PopPop! We know you are in Heaven watching over us! , L and V xxoo

I am deeply saddened to learn of the passing of Mark today. I worked with him in the operating rooms of Sacred Heart Hospital from 1997-2003. He was a pleasure to work with along with his wife, Betty Lou. We worked often late in the day but both he and Betty Lou made it fun and also took an interest in my life which impressed me. He always talked about his children and one could see the profound love he had of them.
My sincere condolences to Betty Lou and his children. You have my deepest...

Betty Lou, Liz and Ann
We are so sorry to hear of your husband and father's passing. We thought highly of your family. You have been and continue to be our thoughts and prayers, May God grant you peace. Mark is at peace in God's loving arms.
Nanette and Jerry Schaller

Dear Dad,

You have always been my hero. I remember how you used to take me with you to make rounds as a little girl. I remember how you carried me around with just one arm. I remember how you made everything ok for me. I remember how you'd work all day until 9 at night and still have time to help me with my homework although you probably were exhausted. I remember how you chased down the bad kids in the neighborhood, barefoot in the snow, after they knocked down the snowman I made...

Mrs Cerciello, Liz, Annie and extended family.... my heart felt condolences in your loss of a loving husband, father and charismatic man. I am most grateful for the many small yet teachable moments I had in conversation with Dr. Cerciello in the operating room over the years. He was a great man, with a humble and caring heart exemplified by a lifetime of great work. May God bless you all and keep you close to him always.

I'm sorry I can't be there to give you all a hug. We were neighbors for years. May God give you the strength to carry on during these difficult days. Bobbie

Sorry for your loss. May your memories comfort you in this time of sorrow.

Mark and I were childhood friends living across from each other at a a south-side park. We played in the junior high and high school bands, ate steak sandwiches at the Hamilton Street Brass Rail, and played in the park. We haven't talked or written to each other in 20 years, but I will still miss Mark. My sincerest condolences to his family.