Donald and
Patricia
Furano
Donald born in Geneva, NY on May 27, 1936, died February 19, 1990
Patricia born in Waterloo, NY on May 17, 1936, died September 22, 1993
| Donald also known as
"Ducky" served in the army in the Korean Conflict.
Patricia worked as a lab technician at Geneva General Hospital for many
years.
They have two daughters Mary Beth and Julie. Patty and Ducky enjoyed their life in upstate New York for many years. They traveled to Florida just about every year for family vacations. In 1985 they moved to Florida where Ducky worked in real estate and Patty in child care. They were the type of people who were always there to lend a hand to anyone and always welcomed people into their home. |
Married May 30, 1959 |
Although Patty and Ducky's lives were cut short here on earth they were very happy and as we know they are now together forever.
Julie's best memory of Mom and Dad:
When my son, James, was born I was in the bathroom of my hospital room and mom and dad had just arrived to see us. They put a stuffed animal penguin in my bed. When I came out of the room that was all I saw. I started laughing and soon I was crying with pain (I had stitches from my C-section). It was like we couldn't stop, so we laughed and cried for about 10 minutes straight!!!
Mary Beth's
Poem:
Our Song
In our hearts, mind, body and
soul
You are missed more than you
will ever know.
Your love we feel, it will
never leave
Only the smiles we cannot see.
Only the hugs we can not feel
remind us of the emptiness
around us everywhere.
Someday we'll be together again
As the family it should have
been.
For now memories will have to
do
The thoughts, the prayers, will
come to you
Requesting the strength it
takes to go on
Is the theme of our song.
An Ode to
Pat
(written by
friend/coworker: Maggie)
'Tis not quite a year since
you have graced our lab with class
And always have impressed us as
a tender, caring Lass.
Nimble fingers never falter,
drawing blood, filing reports,
With brisk concern you'll
lend a hand, to an underpaid, hardworking band.
You precious little lady,
there's spice in all you do.
The way you walk and seldom
talk, there's culture thru' and thru'.
And when you flash that winning
smile we've glad you came here stat.
Your neat trim figure tell it
all that none can match our Pat.
