Tony D'Angelo 12/25/1954 - 9/11/2003
My cousin Tony D'Angelo passed away on 9/11/03. He was only 48 years old and died due to suffering several heart attacks in a two week span.
Tony was legally my first cousin, being the son of my father Nick's youngest brother Tony. My Uncle Tony passed away in August of 2002, being the last sibling of my father's family to pass (my father passed away in March of 1996).
Tony was, in reality, my brother.
This page is a tribute to him. Happily, I got to see Tony on a beautiful summer Sunday afternoon in mid-August, at a get-together at my mom Julie's house. It was as close to a perfect day as one could ask for. I got to enjoy the company of my brother Bob, his wife Sally and my niece and nephew, Mara and Michael. I got to visit with a whole bunch of the members of my family that I love so much.
Tony was warm and funny, as usual, and I enjoyed visiting with him as I always do.
I wish I had visited longer.
He was going to see Jethro Tull on the following Wednesday. One of the last things I remember about him was him asking if I could stay just a couple of more days so I could join him at the Tull concert.
I wish I had.
You can check out Jethro Tull's website to find out more about Tony's favorite band. Maybe even listen to a song or two in his memory. If Tull's concert tour didn't include Pittsburgh, Tony was the type of fan that would drive from the Pittsburgh area to Cleveland to see Jethro Tull play. Heck, he almost made a trip down to Virginia to see Tull with me at Wolf Trap Farm Park in Vienna, Virginia.
You can check out this Three Stooges website to find out more about Tony's sense of humor. Yes, Tony was an unabashed Three Stooges fan and did a mean "Curly" impersonation. Give him a good "nyuck nyuck" for me, would you?
Sing along with the The Curly Shuffle.
I wrote this eulogy for him, hopefully to describe what he meant to me and how much he was loved.
For Tony D'Angelo, my loving cousin and brother:
I hope this doesn't seem selfish because I know this room is full of people who loved Tony; but I had to write a few words to somehow communicate the enormous love I had for Tony. We grew up together. Even when distance separated us, we were still the best of friends when we saw each other. We played with army men. We slept together when we were little kids and we kept each other up all night talking, but then he slept until 2:00 the next afternoon while I woke up much earlier and laid around waiting for him to finally wake up. We nicknamed "the wolf house" on Smith Street because it looked so foreboding. We watched "house on haunted hill" together when we were probably 4 or 5 years old. We always played so hard together and got so dirty. We would come in as black as night because of the coal soaked Canonsburg dirt. We played baseball in the churchyard when it was covered with brown gravel. He was the Pirates, I was the Orioles. He was Roberto Clemente, I was Brooks Robinson. We painted Bobby Vinton's fence green. We were simultaneously threatened by Uncle Lando when we were playing with beer bottles when we were about 7. "Stop playing with those bleeping beer bottles or I'll break your fingers". We related that story SO MANY TIMES to one another and SO MANY TIMES to anyone who would listen because we got such a kick out of it. I just got to relate it again, but this time, sadly without Tony. We loved the same music. The Beatles, of course, but most of all, Jethro Tull. I always thought of Tony and will continue to always think of Tony every time I hear a Jethro Tull song. He was a very talented, artistic, sensitive and loving person. He also loved to laugh. What more do I have to say than "The Three Stooges"?
He was a friend to many
and loved by many.
He was a father to Darcy,
He was a husband to Cheryl.
He was a son to Tony and Kay.
He was a brother to Karen, Mark, Leslie, and Darren.
He was MY brother.
Hey Tone Hey Tone
(Hey Tone Hey Tone)
Well nyuck nyuck nyuck nyuck
(nyuck nyuck nyuck nyuck)
La dee dee, la dee dee,
(La dee dee, la dee dee)
Woo woo woo woo
(woo woo woo woo)
Well we never miss a chance
We get up and dance
And do the Curly shuffle
Unfortunately, we'll have to do it without Tony from now on. I love you so much Tony.