Francisco Pecorelli

Francisco Pecorelli

Tuesday, January 5th, 2021
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Francisco “Frank” Galan Pecorelli, 81, of Medfield, Massachusetts passed away on January 5, 2021 with his daughters by his side, after a brief battle with lung cancer.

Frank was born on August 25, 1939 to Guiseppe and Rosa Pecorelli in Holguin, Cuba. He graduated from Howie Academy in Florida before immigrating to Miami in 1962. Shortly after, he moved to Boston, Massachusetts where he met and married the love of his life, Anna “Nan” Cullen from New Ross, Ireland. He continued his education and went on to become the Director of Respiratory Therapy at Tufts New England Medical Center for 25 years. After retiring, he started his own business repairing oxygen equipment for numerous hospitals in the New England area.

In 1964, he met Anna and they wed that same year, going on to have two children, Rosanna Marie and Elizabeth Frances. Frank was a dedicated husband, father and grandfather, and was the cornerstone of his family. His love was unconditional, his humor infectious, his generosity unparalleled.
Frank is survived by his loving wife Anna, his daughters Rosanna and Elizbeth, as well as his loving son in law Joseph DelGuidice, whom he regarded as his own son, and his grandson Joseph Francisco, who was the apple of his eye. He was also a father figure to his daughter’s closest friends, as well as his nieces and nephews in Ireland. He will be forever missed, but his legacy will live on through all of us.
Services will be private.
In lieu of flowers, please make a donation in his name to the American Lung Association.
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    Vine Lake Cemetery
    625 Main St.
    MEDFIELD, MA 02052
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Margaret Meehan Fitzpatrick

Posted at 06:08pm
Rest in peace Frank.
One of my memories are the preparation of your home prior to the expected arrival of a hurricane in September 1985.
The taping of the windows was a new experience .
We then hunkered down and waited . Drinks and stories shared .
Always a great welcome in your home .
Love you Nan . Take care in this challenging time xxx

Maureen Anne

Posted at 07:33am
Our families have been close for decades. Mr.Pecorelli was there to celebrate my joys and comfort me in my sorrows...He was always there for my son and I and treated us like family...keeping us in his daily prayers and offering his guidance and encouragement. I will miss him every day. Please accept love and condolences from me and my entire family. Our hearts and prayers are with you.

Joe Anthony

Posted at 12:57am
Dear Dad,
Thank you for treating me like a true member of the family and for accepting me as your son. I will never forget the first time we met in Wrentham, Massachusetts. You were shopping with your wife for a Bose radio, at the shop where I worked. Elizabeth had encouraged you and Mom to shop there, as she and I had become close friends in recent years. Little did I know at the time, that the close friendship between your daughter and I would evolve into love and eventually, marriage.
You and Mom gave so much to others and thought so little about taking. In 1999, I was without a place to live and you welcomed me into your home. I was apprehensive at first, but it was not long before I felt comfortable and safe. One specific memory was the brief standoff we had at about 6am one morning, just before I was headed off to work. We were both headed for the bathroom simultaneously after waking up and met each other with surprise, just in front of the door. It was like the standoff before the duel scene from The Good The Bad and The Ugly, except our weapons were loaded with liquid...not bullets. You had this look on your face like Clint Eastwood. I could almost feel the grasp of your hands around my neck. You simply gestured with an open hand...but without if to say, "after you". It was the moment I realized who the man of the house was and incidentally, experienced the quickest bladder evacuation of my life. My tenure in your lovely Medfield home was short, but I will never forget the generosity and selflessness you displayed, by so quickly extending your hand to help someone in need.
Fast Forward 24 years later...
So many Christmas Days spent in your living room, as you traditionally officiated the distribution of a copious amount of gifts; Summer afternoons enjoying a meal on the back patio; So many discussions with you about everything from current events to your courageous immigration from Cuba to The United States; You inspired me to be a better person, with tales of an uncertain future as a young man in a new world, who eventually worked his way up the ladder to become a director at one of the most prestigious hospitals in the country
…The lovely couple that I met in Wrentham that evolved into close family, was facing a crossroad. You...The Patriarch...were getting ready to take the hand of God, who would lead you lovingly into his kingdom…from our mortal world and into his. However, none of us could have imagined how quickly this transition was about to take place. I will deeply miss the sound of your voice, indelible accent, remarkable charm and unforgettable smile. But above all, I am proud of the loving life that you provided for your two successful and beautiful children and wife, and grateful for the eleven wonderful years that my son was blessed to have spent with his Papa.
It is hard to believe that you are gone. However, I will see you again someday…later than sooner…God willing…in your new home.
You will be missed.

Erin Browne

Posted at 11:21pm
A great memory of me and Frank from our last trip in Boston would be the comments after I got ripped jeans and him saying “you’ve got some jeans missing there” After coming back home, later in the year I bought some more ripped jeans and Frank sent an email back saying “I know what to get Erin for Christmas, a new pair of jeans”. The funny thing about this was the 2nd pair of jeans were wayyyyy worse rips then the first pair I bought in Boston. Love you all and missing you xxx -Erin

Liam Meehan

Posted at 07:06pm
My first memory of Frank was from 1985/86 when the whole Pecorelli family came to Ireland for several weeks. He was always friendly and great fun. He used to tell great stories of life in Cuba as a child and leading a pet pig around on a leash.
I never really appreciated his sense of humour till many years later when I visited Nan and Franks home in Boston. Frank picked me up at the bus stop and when we got to the house he opened the door and told me to slip into a side room. Nan was talking to my mother on the phone and came into the hall to see me. Frank told her there was no sign of me and he had no idea where I was. I remember Nan saying "Oh my God what am I going to tell his mother". We gave it a minute before we came clean.
He will not be lonely in heaven.

Rest in peace Frank.


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