Shirley L. Rizzardi, 79, of Warren, PA. died unexpectedly Tuesday afternoon, June 2, 2015 at the Warren Manor Nursing Home. She was born September 16, 1935 in Valier, PA. She was the daughter of Wasily and Mary Jurcenko Kaleina.
Shirley was a Warren area resident for the past 61 years and was a 1953 graduate of Punxsutawney High School. She was employed with the former G.T.E. Sylvania, in the molding department retiring after 30 years employment. She was a member of St. Joseph R.C. Church. She and her husband enjoyed polka music and traveling.
Shirley thoroughly loved being a wife, mother and grandmother, her family was her whole life.
She is survived by her husband of 59 years, Louis F. Rizzardi whom she married June 2, 1956 in Warren, PA., 2 Children – Shirleen Keller and husband, Gregg, Louis M. Rizzardi and wife, Penny all of Warren, PA., 2 Sisters – Helen Marie Pantuso of Bradford, PA., Catherine Heitzenrater of Coraopolis, PA., 3 Grandchildren – Katelyn E. Typhair and husband, George of Depew, N.Y., Morgan Rizzardi of Saxonburg, PA., Ryan M. Rizzardi of Warren, PA., several nieces and nephews. In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by a brother – George Kaleina.
Friends may call at the Donald E. Lewis Funeral Home, Inc., 304 East Street, Warren, PA., on Friday, June 5, 2015 from 6 to 8 P.M. A Mass of Christian Burial will be conducted Saturday, June 6, 2015 at St. Joseph R.C. Church, 600 Pennsylvania Avenue West, Warren, PA., at 10:00 A.M. by Fr. Richard J. Toohey, Pastor.
Interment will be in St. Joseph R.C. Cemetery. Those wishing to place memorials may do so through a charity of one’s choice. E-mail condolences may be sent by visiting www.lewisfuneralhomeinc.com
Gone From My Sight
by Henry Van Dyke
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, “There, she is gone”
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me — not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, “There, she is gone,”
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”
And that is dying…
Death comes in its own time, in its own way.
Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it.
This was read at my Nana’s funeral and my father sings this poem. I hope that it is true and you can find some comfort knowing she is safe. I love you 🙂
Lou & Shirleen,
You have our deepest sympathy!
Sorry we will be out of town and unable to make it to the funeral home.
If there is anything Sally or I can do, please let us know!
Dan & Sally