Stephen A. Amato

My dear cousin Steve, named after his uncle Steve Savage (the most common name of his male ancestors), died as he lived -quietly and with dignity. He was six months my junior, we grew up together and were very close as kids, and a nice kid he was. Believe it or not he was skinny in his early years. I never heard anyone say a bad thing about him. Over the years, there was never a time that I wasn't happy to see him. I told a childhood friend of ours of Steve's passing and, although he...

Please accept my deepest sympathies.

I just managed to get through all of the beautiful entries that everyone has posted in this guestbook and I really don't know what I could possibly add. Uncle Steve was a great guy and I will miss seeing him at the next crazy Imparato function. One of my fondest memories was hanging out with him, just for a little while, an oasis in the mayhem, the only time I was privledged enough to experience an Imparato/Bonavita New Year's. Thanks for that bit of advice, Uncle Steve. My deepest...

uncle steve

It' s amazing how and why people come in to our lives I am so grateful uncle steve came in to not only mine but my families. I often think of the day uncle steve came to 1958 71 street at the time was our grandmothers house to pick up my aunt marie I remember the excitment in my aunt marie, if I remember correctly all my cousins were there for some reason or another that house was always filled with family. I also remember aunt marie introducing uncle steve and how...

Dear Steven and Family

I'd just like to express to you what a good man and friend your father was. And, particularly say, that all the residents of Park Villages, past and present, owe Steve their gratitude for his many years of efforts on their behalf. Most of the members of the community don't realize it, but all of us who worked with Steve on the board know it well. Steve was always a man of many talents, and an impish sense of humor, and will always be remembered that way.

Bear,

What am I expected to say? Should I start off saying how terribly I'm going to miss you, each and every day? Or can you already imagine the loss in my heart? Or should I stray from the painful, common remarks and thank you for all you've given me in these past 16 years? I could sit here and thank you for nearly every picture ever taken of me, I could thank you for smoking paper out in the backyard with a twelve year old girl and her best friend, I could thank you for...

Godfather,

I can't tell you how much I miss you. My only solace in all of this is that you knew how much I loved you before you left us.

I hope my eulogy did you proud because it might have been the hardest thing I have ever had to do. In some ways it was cathartic because it was the one thing I knew I could do well and I knew that Stephen could never have gotten through it. I will be forever grateful for the honor that your brother and Son bestowed on me.

Who would I...