Silvanna, I am so glad I had the chance to meet your dad. I could tell how proud he was of you and how you were the light of his life. His eyes lit up when he spoke about you. I pray for your peace. I love you and I am here for you, always.

"Brother Bill" as we lovingly called each other for no specific reason. Joe will be remembered for his kind heart. His loving nature. The love he had for everyone.He was our oldest of 4 children to my mother and father who came here from Italy when he was a newborn. Joe was always a fighter. He fought his whole life. He last text me as he always did incessantly thru the day each day late Wednesday/Thursday at about 3am in the morning. I would always tell him he had no idea what time was. If something was on his mind he was going to express it no matter what time of the day or night. He text me that he couldn't sleep and he would always go on a tangent about the government or any other subject he had his mind on. He told me he was stressed and unable to sleep. What transpired after that I will never know. I wish I was there at that moment to help him. what ifs ... it could drive someone mad. I wish I was there to be strong for him at those last moments. I will always think of that. I owed him that. He was always there for me no matter what time.I love you brother. I will see you again. God be with you Brother Bill. Always.

Please accept our deepest condolences for the family's loss. It was with great sadness that we learned of Joe's passing. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.

Tony, Chuchi, Ernesto and Angelica Siciliano

Cousin Joe you will always be remembered for your kindness and good heart. Rest in peace 🙏

Siĺvanna, I was so sorry to hear about your dad's passing. I've known him since he moved to Philadelphia. He was very close with my brother Michael and my mom. Very late at night we'd hear a light tapping on the front door and sure enough it would be your dad. He was in his own time frame. I send love and strength for you at this difficult time.

Our heartfelt condolences for your loss. We are sorry that we are not able to express our sympathy in person. It is so hard to lose someone you love especially when it happens so unexpectedly. Please know that you are in our thoughts and hearts.
May the precious memories of a beautiful life bring comfort and peace.

"Fisherman Bill" as we would call ourselves. Joe loved to fish and loved the outdoors. Once we fell out of the canoe while fishing, laughing our asses off because the water was so cold. Another time we went deep sea fishing and bought hoggie sandwiches to eat while we were out in the ocean. Well we all got sea sick and ended up using the sandwiches as pillows. Our camping trips would usually end up with rain. Joe would say "I'm going sud", which meant he was heading south for the sunny shore. He loved the beach, we spend many holidays in my late teens and early 20's at the shore. He marched to his own drum. You could never rely on Joe to be where he said he was going to be. He would show up in Toronto sometimes and we would not even know he was here. You could certainly find him at California Sandwiches where he would order extra hot Italian veal sandwiches. He loved those sandwiches so much it would always be his last stop before heading back to Philly. He would always have a couple of sandwiches to take back to Philly with him. Joe loved food. I lost touch with Joe in our 30's and 40's, but i will always remember him as fun-loving, easy going and a great sense of humour. Rest in peace cousin. We had some good times together. You definitely knew how to enjoy life.

RIP dear cousin. You brought joy and laughter to so many, your kindness touched us all. Sending our deepest condolences to you all.

Sentite condoglianze alla famiglia

You were a good guy and a great uncle. Kimberly & Daniel adored you.

I will remember my dads exact hair do that he’s had for my whole life.. the hairdo with lots of hairspray and a round brush blow out. I’ll remember his mole on his neck that I have in the same spot. I will remember his little smirk when he was being a little cheeky. I will remember him going in “guitar mode” as I called it where he’d play the same riff on the guitar over and over and zone out. I’d have a whole conversation with him where he’d totally not be listening when he was in guitar mode. Or when trying to wake me up after I pulled an all nighter hed walk around the house yelling “MY LITTLE SWEEETHEART!” Until I finally woke up. I can go on and on about all of my favorite memories of my dad. When he had a stroke in his 40s it changed him mentally a little at first, and a lot over time. I saw parts of my Dad slip and I mourned the subtle loss of him for years. His goofy nature was still there and I got glimpses of the old him but they were fewer and further in between. Toward the end of his life we butted heads more but I never loved him any less. I just didn’t know how to accept the version of him who just wasn’t totally him.

I love you Daddy, you will always be Luca’s Pop Pop. I know you are our guardian angel and you are at peace now.