OMG! I am so sorry to learn of Ernies passing. I have so many fond memories of him, most favorite *him running after my perverse uncle with a gun down 24th ave.* Ernie was a kind and wonderful man. A loving father and friend to all who knew him. I am so very sorry I didn't know sooner, I would have attended services. We know he is at peace now and with others he loved.

Sincerely, Mary LoVetro

We are so sorry for your loss. When this happens in our family we need more than human strength. God and his Son can provide what we need. Please review these scriptures : John 5:28-29 “Do not be amazed at this, for the hour is coming in which all those in the memorial tombs will hear his voice 29 and come out, those who did good things to a resurrection of life, and those who practiced vile things to a resurrection of judgment.”
Revelation 21:4 “And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes,and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.”

To Lisa, Gina, and the rest of your big, beautiful family. I am so very saddened to hear of the loss of your beloved father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. He obviously led a wonderful, adventurous, long and healthy life. My thoughts are with you all, as are my prayers, as you comfort one another with your endless amazing memories of a life that touched so many. Find strength in each other.

Our thoughts are with you and your family on the loss of your dad. He always had a smile when I saw him. May your memories give you comfort.
Mark & Penny Wavro

I am so sorry for the loss of a very special man in all your lives. Jay, I know you will hold dear all the memories you have of your dad. He sure sounded like a very special person to a lot of people but to you he was well your DAD. I'm keeping you in my thoughts and prayers always and especially now as you go thru a hard time in life. Deepest sympathy and blessings.

Please accept my heartfelt sympathy. God is our refuge and strength. He is our help that is readily found in our time of distress. Psalms 46:1. May the above words give you some peace, knowing the Almighty God is with you to and to sustain you at this difficult time.

Like hundreds of other people—maybe thousands—I’m lucky enough to have wonderful, rich memories of Ernie.
I’m sure I met him and Nona in the fall of 1981. I’m just about positive that the very first time was at a big family get-together at their home with aunts, uncles, in-laws, kids, cousins, second cousins, seventy-fourth cousins, and grandkids running around, squealing with delight, slamming the back door every 20 seconds, and generally having a good old time. Of course, there had to be food from Tenuta’s, which has to be the best Italian food store outside of Italy. From the start, Ernie was always so welcoming and upbeat and affable. It took about 60 seconds for him to make me feel part of the Pascucci family. I thought at the time that it was pretty amazing. I still do.
I actually met Ernie and Nona through Jay. Early on, I saw a really sweet example of Ernie’s and Nona’s basic goodness and decency. It was the way they accepted Jay being gay when he came out more than 40 years ago. Back then, it was a very unusual thing they did, and it was a whole lot better than many, many other parents of their generation. For them, the only thing that counted was that they deeply cared for Jay and loved him and wanted him to be happy. For that, I’ll always admire them.
Literally all of my memories of Ernie are happy ones: sinking into that huge couch in his living room that swamped a little person like me, and having exuberant, long conversations about Rachel Maddow, or his days in the UAW of which he was rightly proud, or both, or everything else that was going on somewhere on planet earth; the evening when he dug out his ancient Kodak (I think) Carousel projector and he, Jay, Susan, and I saw slides of their family when all the kids were little (Susan was absolutely cute as a button, Jeff looked like a dashing, hip young guy in the 1970s clothes we all wore in those days, and both sets of twins—Peggy and Jay, and Lisa and Gina—were adorable beyond description); our phone calls 30 years ago when I was working for a while in Congress and Ernie was much more up to date about what was happening on the House floor than I was; shopping with him for groceries and stopping every 10 yards, because we were running into friends from the auto plant or neighbors or younger adults who thanked him for coaching them when they were kids, all of which convinced me that he was the real mayor of Kenosha; and, of course, that fabulous, fun 90th birthday dinner.
What an amazing, special man he was. I miss him already.

So sorry for your loss. I grew up across the street from Ernie and Nona on 36th ave . They were the best!! Always welcoming. And when my daughter came around they were so good to her as if she was family. God bless your family.