Paul John Cipro

Paul John Cipro, 75, died on February 7, 2026, at Shepherd Home in Penfield, New York. He is survived by his wife of 33 years, Marcy Meyering; children Matt (Tracy) and Carly Morgan; grandchildren Sofia and Mia, Kellan and Maxwell Slattery, and Theodora Detwiler; brother, John (Karen); and a large number of extended relatives and friends. He is predeceased by his parents, Sally and Albert Cipro, and his younger brother Alan.

Paul lived most of his years just outside Rochester, in Honeoye and Brighton, building a life defined by reliability, humor, and an almost reflexive sense of responsibility toward the people he loved. Paul worked for Bath Fitter for much of his career and was exceptionally good at what he did; he was inducted into the Bath Fitter Hall of Fame shortly before his death. Retirement never quite suited him. He did not slow down until he was forced to.

Paul was a father (and grandfather) who never missed a Little League game, a chorus concert, or an after-school pick-up. He helped us take care of all the practical things: snow tires on by November; regular oil changes; bills paid a week ahead of the deadline (preferably on autopay, a system he strongly encouraged everyone to adopt); clothes ironed the night before. He taught his children and grandchildren how to ride a bike, throw a baseball, parallel park, and paint a living room. He was a devoted husband to Marcy, and their life together was something they shared in full; wherever one of them was going, the other was usually not far behind.

He could fix almost anything around the house, with the possible exception of electrical work, which he may or may not have been capable of but was strongly discouraged from attempting. He loved gardening and keeping the yard in order. He had exacting standards for lawn maintenance (straight lines were non-negotiable and deviations were noted). He loved the Buffalo Bills, the Syracuse Orange, Red Wings games, and the occasional round of golf.

Paul was very funny. His humor was instinctive and often understated, surfacing easily in conversation and, especially, around his grandchildren. With them, the reserve he carried elsewhere fell away, replaced by a playful softness they seemed to understand as belonging entirely to them. He was a man of familiar catchphrases ("What'd we do, break a window?") and long-running jokes at his brother-in-law's expense, delivered with enough warmth to register as tradition rather than punchline. Toward the end of his life, when speaking required real effort, his instinct was still to make the room laugh.

It is difficult to understand how the world is meant to reorganize itself after someone like Paul has left it; how an absence of this scale is supposed to be accounted for. Paul was loved deeply. He will be missed in ways that are both ordinary and immeasurable.

Calling hours will be held on Sunday, February 22, from 12:00-3:00pm at Profetta Funeral Chapel in Webster, followed by a service at 3:00pm. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the Shepherd Home, where Paul received such compassionate care.