December 19, 1943 – March 7, 2025
Age 81
Visitation:
Wednesday, March 12, 2025
4 pm – 8 pm
Funeral Mass:
Thursday, March 13, 2025
9:45 am
Saint Raymond RC Church
263 Atlantic Avenue
East Rockaway, New York 11518
Interment:
Saint Charles Cemetery
2015 Wellwood Avenue
Farmingdale, New York 11735
Patricia is the loving mother to Denise Lally (Thomas), June Mellegers (Andrew), Carole Locoteta (Paul) and Salvatore Imbriale (Dolores). A devoted grandmother to Thomas, Michelle (Matt), Christina (Jeff), Nick, Carla, Kevin, Salvatore, Courtney, Diana, Amanda, Paula. A cherished great-grandmother to Alexa, Nicholi, and Louis. A devoted sister to Joseph Durso, and the late Marion Fonte, Frank Durso and Philomena Dovidio. A dear aunt and friend to many. She was an active St Raymond parishioner a member of The Sodality of Our Lady, an event organizer at the Village of East Rockaway Senior Center and the President of the Senior Club in Oceanside.
Dear cousin Patti, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I’m not there to tell you. I love you and rest in peace. My heart is broke. I remember as a little girl used to take me by the hand. Mom would be making the meatballs then you started having kids. I was amazed at how many kids you had LOL. Cousin Patti say hello to all our family, it won’t be long till I’m with you all rest in peace dear Cousin. I shared my tears for you always in my heart. ❤️Philomena Borgese
Kind and loving lady. Pat you will be missed
Kind and loving lady. Pat you will be missed
Mom, there are words to say but when I see your face, I just love you!
I love you Nana❤️
Patty and I grew up on Skillman Street, Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, in a very close-knit neighborhood where everyone knew everyone for blocks on end. I lived down Skillman Street and Patty lived up Skillman Street. We went to St. Patrick’s grammar school on Kent and Willoughby Avenues, which, unfortunately, met the wrecking ball. Across the street was a candy store called Pop’s where we would “hang out” at times, which included the ice cream parlor on Myrtle Avenue. As we became teenagers, there was always Bay 14 in Coney Island in the summer, our own oasis of good times. Social clubs were the norm where we could socialize, dance and have a great time. American Bandstand was the rage. We had our transistor radios, listening to Alan Freed on WINS and rock ’n’ roll shows of great Doo Wop groups performing at the Paramount Theatre in downtown Brooklyn with Junior’s nearby. In our senior years we would get together for lunch and reminisce about our childhood years now frozen in memory. Rest in peace, Patty, and thanks for the memories.