DEZII
Margherita (nee Ferrara) passed on October 27, 2020.
Devoted wife of the late Randolph.
Beloved mother of Steve (Melody), Mark (Josie), Gary (Rosemary), Christopher (Karen), Keith (Susan), and the late Randolph and Susan Dezii.
Mother in law of Bernadette Dezii.
Also survived by 10 grandchildren, 11 great grandchildren, and 2 great great grandchildren.
Sister of Dominic, Linda, the late Carol, and the late Norma.
Also survived by many nieces and nephews.
Viewing Monday 9:30am at St. Richard Church, 19th and Pollock Sts.
Funeral Mass 10:30am.
Int. New St. Mary’s in Bellmawr NJ.
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WILL MISS YOUR SHARP WIT AND NEVER ENDING JOKES- RIP MARGE
Aunt Marge, was in a class all by herself, a one of a kind , so full of life, a inspiration to all of us. Her’s was a love story like I have never heard with Uncle Rudy. I marvel how she raised , and cared for such a amazing and large family. I will miss her, the last of her Dezii generation. I am so happy that I got to reconnect with her.
Margharita was a beautiful, sweet, caring, funny person . I will miss her funny jokes . Rip Margharita🙏
Just a few words to describe Margherita would be intelligent, wise, sunshine, beautiful, sweet, thoughtful, charming, understanding, I could go on and on. She always made me feel so comfortable and always had the wisest of words. I hope I picked up just a few of her wonderful qualities, just being around her. I never felt uncomfortable around her, how could you? I know one thing, I was darn lucky to have Margherita in my life and I want to make her proud for the rest of my life. Rest In Peace Lovely Lady. Your memories will never be forgotten.
Margherita was an authentic Woman. She was endowed with all the virtues of joy, goodness, fairness and love in action. Margarita represented what this world could become if we lived in truth. Joy is a net that captures souls, and Margherita extended herself in that regard. Margherita acknowledged the unloved and those living in the margins of society. I could never grasp the beauty of the self-less love that was natural in her being. I myself could only hope to achieve that level of sacrifice. Thank God for confession. I wish I knew that 20 year old Margherita floating through life with her beauty and vigor. I feel blessed to have her blood sweeping through my veins which makes me feel she has never left me. Margherita always looked into your eyes and called you by name. How sincere. She always ended her phone calls by saying,”Gary you made my day” and “I love you”. Margherita was not someone you knew but someone you experienced. People will not remember what you said or what you did, but they will remember how you made them feel. Margherita bolstered the self-esteem in others which made them feel good about themselves, in true love and absolute compassion.While in her final years in the nursing home, Margherita encouraged the staff to sit with her on their breaks, in order that she would listen to them and give them her advice. We were fortunate to spend our summers down the shore as teenagers (Surf City) as Margherita spent her time working two jobs in Center City. I never took for granted her sacrifice, which I myself could not achieve at that level. Margherita was prepared to be transformed from this life as we would talk often, while I visited her.
The pandemic was a vehicle, God had used, to make it easier for Margherita to let go. When we think as Man does, it may seem unjust, but through God’s eyes, Margherita was a gift on loan that now must be returned into her eternal fullness.
Though she was a Mother of many, she returns to God as an individual, “Margherita.” Margherita knew very well that your wife comes first, then your Mother. How fortunate for me to walk away as a clone of my Mom. Mom, I love you. My hour will come, and I must keep in God’s good graces, for I wish to be in eternity with my Mom. Your adoring Son, Gary
First time seeing this. That was
beautiful. She was extraordinary.
Uncle Gary , I never read this until now. Your words are so beautiful. I miss and love Grandmom so much. When my hour comes I wish to see her face again. I love you Uncle Gary.
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