I am so very sorry for the loss of Mrs. Piermattei. I have SO many childhood memories with her. She was like a second mom to me. Had I been in town I would have been at the service. My condolences go out to the whole family.

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Vic, I am so sorry to hear about your mom. My thoughts and prayers go out to you and your entire family. I had met your Mom a couple of times when I came over to your house in high school. She was extremely nice to me. You have memories to guide you through this grieving time. Best regards, Elise Carbine

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Vic Tommy & Renee. I just saw the obituary for your mom. I am heartbroken. We were friends from kindergarten through high school and beyond. We were godparents to each other’s children (Tommy) and shared a bond that was there even when we lost touch for awhile. I last texted with her on her birthday and then at the end of September on my birthday.. I am so sorry for your loss and I will miss her dearly. You are all in my prayers.

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Our MOM - Gilda Piermattei To state the obvious, Jill loved her entire family but most especially her 2 grandchildren, Nicole & Christopher. We all became second class citizens when they arrived. As it should be. If you are sitting in this church today chances are at some point in time you have broke bread with us at our family table. Our home was always open to family & friends whether it was planned or not. Once you were at our table you became part of our family. Ron & Jill would have it no other way, that’s how we were raised. To a fault, Jill loved unconditionally. She gave everything and held nothing back. Her favorite way to show her love was through food. She loved to spend her time planning and preparing meals & desserts from scratch. It was always from scratch. If you dared to admit to prefer eating something or somewhere else other than her creations her response was simple. “Go enjoy eating your horse meat” While her favorite way to express her love was food it most certainly was not the only way. Jill held a Masters degree black belt in both cooking and profanity and was not afraid to apply either no matter who you were. If she cooked for you she loved you, if she took the time to teach and share her secrets with you on how to prepare something from her kitchen, then you knew she truly loved you. If she didn’t swear at you it was because she did not know you long enough for her baptism of fire. It was inevitable at some point that you were going to get dressed down with a string of four letter words and suggestions of what to do to with yourself in your free time that you never heard grouped together in that way before. She was uniquely innovative in the kitchen and verbal expression. I received a text message from my cousin in Arizona that I wanted to share here. It starts: “What does one do with swirling emotions that can’t find a place for your heart to feel peace? You do what every good Catholic does—you find yourself at 9 AM mass. I attended mass today on behalf of your mom. It was the only way for me to deal with the whirlwind of emotions I was feeling. I went to the Virgin Mary, lit candles and asked her to light the way for your moms arrival and to be on the lookout for a spitfire Chicago blonde (about 5’2 at best, even with heels) who would be arriving with a lot of fan fare and noise. Your mother was a force to be reckoned with! “ I could not agree more, our Mother was undeniably a force. She knew who she was and was unflinching about it in every way a person could be. You knew how she felt and where you stood with her in any given moment. She was determined, loyal and fearless in her convictions. She lived her life on her terms. To know her, you had to accept that or get out of her way. Though we do have an abundance of happy, smiling memories of her and with her, we sit here today devastated and forever heartbroken that she has left us. We loved her so, and are proud and happy to have shared her with all of you. Our family will never be the same without her. But we are all so much better for having her.

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Dear Jill, We have had a special connection since the day we were born. It was between 12 noon and 2;30 on August 31 1943 , in Chicago, just two blocks apart. During the last 15 years we celebrated practically every birthday together. I love and miss you Jill. And I hope we’ll be together again to blow out our candles. Your twin, Judy on August 31,1043. We were born , in Chicago, between 12 noon and 2:30 am , just two blocks apart. As adults,Although we had families and responsibilities we spoke often and occasionally even got together to traded clothing.. We spent our birthdays together as much as possible, during the last fifteen years..I love and miss you Jill, and I believe we will be together again blowing out candles on August 31.

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Our prayers, hearts and thoughts are with each one of you. Trusting our Lord to give to peace which is beyond our understanding. We love you.

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Rest in peace, Aunt Gil. Thank you for your kindness, acceptance and your positive texts. You will be missed.

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