Friday Dec. 30, 2022.
Beloved wife of the late Phil Genazzi; loving mother of Steven (Laurie) Genazzi; dear grandmother of Tony Genazzi; dear sister, sister-in-law, aunt, cousin, neighbor and friend.
Services: A private service will be held at JB National Cemetery. Memorials to Christian Brothers College (CBC) High School Scholarship Fund appreciated.
We love you mom/grandma and you will be forever missed : (
Enjoy your reunion with all the angels up there, tell them we love them and miss them too!
Faye was a beautiful woman whose smile and spirit filled the room. I will remember her as a kind and loving mother to my friend and a helpful, generous person to all. She will be missed on earth but, heaven is shining more brightly with the light that surrounds her soul.
Mrs. G. Was like a second Mom to me and always saw the best in everyone. From my teenage years when I would show up at her house at 2:00 or 3:00 am just to talk to her about life and get her advice. She help Ed guide me through those years and all my years as a policeman. She was always patient, kind and would sprinkle Steve and me with holy water frequently. Mrs. G loved my wife and son and will be truly missed by everyone she knew and loved. God bless Mrs. G and now she is back with her Phil!!
In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make. My Aunt Faye epitomized love. Unconditional, enthusiastic, boundless love. First and foremost Faye loved her husband, son, daughter-in-law and grandson. Her delight and pride in them was ever-present and contagious, and illustrated by the family photos which dominated her living room. As her niece, I also had the honor of basking in her warmth. When I was 13, on the worst day of my life, my father’s sudden untimely death, I vividly recall my kind and lovely red-haired aunt providing comfort, making soup, caring for my little brother, attending to us all. I realized that day that Faye was the most Christian woman I had ever met, and that realization was reinforced by every interaction with this wonderful–and very fun–woman. She was a valued and well-loved part of our lives; a dear friend to my mother, a caring and treasured daughter-in-law to my grandparents, a fun-loving, generous aunt. Faye’s love of life was palpable, for me symbolized by the cheerful butterfly barrettes adorning her red bouffant hairdo. She was a die-hard hocky fan, a popular late night radio caller known as “Chubbs” , a welcoming presence for visiting Italian relatives–who spoke little English but understood the beautiful person behind the friendly smile. She was a person with an open heart who never judged others; I never heard her utter a harsh word toward or about anyone. My memories of my dear Aunt Faye will be forever filled with the sweet sound of her laughter and admiration for a life well-lived, a life defined by her boundless and selfless love.
In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make. My Aunt Faye epitomized love. Unconditional, enthusiastic, boundless love. First and foremost Faye loved her husband, son, daughter-in-law and grandson. Her delight and pride in them was ever-present and contagious, illustrated by the family photos that dominated her living room. As her niece, I also had the honor of basking in her warmth. When I was 13, on the worst day of my life, my father’s sudden and untimely death, I vividly recall my kind and lovely aunt providing comfort, making soup, caring for my little brother, attending to us all. I realized that day that Faye was the most Christian woman I had ever known, and that realization was reinforced by every interaction with this wonderful–and very fun–woman. She became a valued and well-loved part of our lives; a dear friend to my mother, a caring and treasured daughter-in-law to my grandparents a fun-loving, generous aunt. Faye’s love of life was palpable, for me symbolized by the cheerful butterfly barrettes adorning her red bouffant hairdo. She was a die-hard hockey fan, a popular late night radio caller known as “Chubbs”, a welcoming presence for visiting Italian relatives, who spoke little English but understood the beautiful person behind the friendly smile. My memories of Aunt Faye are filled with the sweet sound of her laughter and admiration for a life well-lived, a life defined by her boundless and selfless love.