Joseph George Loccisano

My Dad Was There Growing up, my dad was always there for me. At the Harlee Middle School Tennis courts when I was knocked unconscious from riding my bike into a net. I remember waking up in the ambulance with my dad’s calming face looking down at me, telling me I was going to be ok. He was there. At baseball practice. I could always expect to see him watching behind the home plate fence. He was always there to pick me up. One time a teammate said with sincerity “Hey, Joe Paterno is here!” and pointed at my dad. I told him that’s my dad and he asked “Your dad is Joe Paterno?!!” He was there. At birthday parties when the kids started to get restless, he would always bring the fun with a game of Simon Says. He was there. And when my own son, Alfie, wasn’t looking where he was going and fell right into a swimming pool, my dad didn’t hesitate. He jumped in clothes, phone and all to help him. Even at 85 years old, he was there. Dad, thanks for always being there for us. Even when we didn’t see eye to eye - I never doubted your love for me. And I knew that, whatever happened, I had you in my corner. Knowing that, gave me the confidence to get out there and find my own way in the world. And for that, and a million other things, I’m grateful that you were there.

My Dad Was There Growing up, my dad was always there for me. At the Harlee Middle School Tennis courts when I was knocked unconscious from riding my bike into a net. I remember waking up in the ambulance with my dad’s calming face looking down at me, telling me I was going to be ok. He was there. At baseball practice. I could always expect to see him watching behind the home plate fence. He was always there to pick me up. One time a teammate said with sincerity “Hey, Joe Paterno is here!” and pointed at my dad. I told him that’s my dad and he asked “Your dad is Joe Paterno?!!” He was there. At birthday parties when the kids started to get restless, he would always bring the fun with a game of Simon Says. He was there. And when my own son, Alfie, wasn’t looking where he was going and fell right into a swimming pool, my dad didn’t hesitate. He jumped in clothes, phone and all to help him. Even at 85 years old, he was there. Dad, thanks for always being there for us. Even when we didn’t see eye to eye - I never doubted your love for me. And I knew that, whatever happened, I had you in my corner. Knowing that, gave me the confidence to get out there and find my own way in the world. And for that, and a million other things, I’m grateful that you were there.

You will forever be in our hearts. We love you grandpa! We will miss you deeply!!! Love always and forever, Tina & Bel Ps- yoda-lay-he-whoooooo!!!

You will forever be in our hearts. We love you grandpa! We will miss you deeply!!! Love always and forever, Tina & Bel Ps- yoda-lay-he-whoooooo!!!

Dad Loccisano, Words can not even come close to express how much you mean to me! As my 2nd Dad for the last 41 years , you have been the very best. Your support, leadership, and Christian values were exemplified every single day. Our four children have always looked up to you with total Love and Respect. Of course, your humor was endless !! Thank you for letting me be your son for these many years! Love forever, Mike

Dad Loccisano, Words can not even come close to express how much you mean to me! As my 2nd Dad for the last 41 years , you have been the very best. Your support, leadership, and Christian values were exemplified every single day. Our four children have always looked up to you with total Love and Respect. Of course, your humor was endless !! Thank you for letting me be your son for these many years! Love forever, Mike

Joe Loccisano wearing his "My Brother is in the Marine Corp" shirt with his big brother Frank

Joe Loccisano wearing his "My Brother is in the Marine Corp" shirt with his big brother Frank

Dear Diane, Donna, and family, When Joe joined the Manatee County Maintenance Department he brought a smile to everyone he met. He always had a good word for everyone. Joe was a very good man.

Dear Diane, Donna, and family, When Joe joined the Manatee County Maintenance Department he brought a smile to everyone he met. He always had a good word for everyone. Joe was a very good man.

Sorry for your loss

Sorry for your loss

A Poem for Joe He answered to many names… Joe Dad Daddy Uncle Joe Brother Joe Cousin Joe Son Joe Grandpa Joe Joey Joe Joe Joseph Giuseppe Jussep Mister Joe G.I. Joe Coach Joe Someone once even called him Joe DiMaggio And he sang songs that mentioned the name Joe — ‘Whistlin’ Joe from Kokomo’ ‘Joe Joe Come Blow Your Horn’ ‘Joey, Joey Joey’ And he yodeled like a pro He was fun He joked He laughed He vacuumed brother Bill’s cats He told stories He drew pictures He fixed things He tied a perfect double Windsor He did magic He loved to play He was THE quintessential Simon Says He worked He prayed He adored And was adored He loved And was loved He was gold Golden And when he laughed gold filled his smile Growing up, Mom and Dad would take us to Rye Playland in New York State. Dad loved to ride the Dragon Coaster with our sister JoAnne. As a child, my greatest fear was that he might be thrown from the ride and fall from the sky. Looking up into the darkness at the tracks, the clicking, clanking, roaring sound of the green dragon — I stood below waiting, ready to catch him if he should he fall. Our giant, who was just a man, finally fell. He fell majestically through forests and hurricane winds, through the past, the future, through time and history. He fell softly into the arms of angels. The same angels he said he saw frequently. The angels who spoke to him and walked with him to school, to the beach, down the aisle with our mom, Diane, his greatest love. The same angels who walked with him in the rain, to the rivers and lakes — in the gathering reflections and spectral light beyond the garden gate — and into the golden sunrise. By Joe Loccisano Jr.

A Poem for Joe He answered to many names… Joe Dad Daddy Uncle Joe Brother Joe Cousin Joe Son Joe Grandpa Joe Joey Joe Joe Joseph Giuseppe Jussep Mister Joe G.I. Joe Coach Joe Someone once even called him Joe DiMaggio And he sang songs that mentioned the name Joe — ‘Whistlin’ Joe from Kokomo’ ‘Joe Joe Come Blow Your Horn’ ‘Joey, Joey Joey’ And he yodeled like a pro He was fun He joked He laughed He vacuumed brother Bill’s cats He told stories He drew pictures He fixed things He tied a perfect double Windsor He did magic He loved to play He was THE quintessential Simon Says He worked He prayed He adored And was adored He loved And was loved He was gold Golden And when he laughed gold filled his smile Growing up, Mom and Dad would take us to Rye Playland in New York State. Dad loved to ride the Dragon Coaster with our sister JoAnne. As a child, my greatest fear was that he might be thrown from the ride and fall from the sky. Looking up into the darkness at the tracks, the clicking, clanking, roaring sound of the green dragon — I stood below waiting, ready to catch him if he should he fall. Our giant, who was just a man, finally fell. He fell majestically through forests and hurricane winds, through the past, the future, through time and history. He fell softly into the arms of angels. The same angels he said he saw frequently. The angels who spoke to him and walked with him to school, to the beach, down the aisle with our mom, Diane, his greatest love. The same angels who walked with him in the rain, to the rivers and lakes — in the gathering reflections and spectral light beyond the garden gate — and into the golden sunrise. By Joe Loccisano Jr.

I'm so sad to hear of the passing of who I know as "Uncle Joe." He was a good man and about as good as the come. He was a man of honor and kindness, but what I know most of him was his faithfulness. He was faithful to call my precious grandmother, his sister in law, every single Saturday. I loved hearing them try to carry on a conversation during g my grandmother's later days as she had a heckuva time hearing! But he was faithful to call nonetheless and fulfill his duty to care for his deceased brother's widow and to step in as an influential father figure to my own dad. He was a father to the fatherless, which I can only imagine he learned to be from his own Heavenly Father. Uncle Joe was undoubtedly a great man of faith in his Lord and I rejoice in his faith being made sight. I know that the family's heartbroken and that his sweet bride is lost without her lifelong friend and companion, but we can rejoice that we serve a mighty God that saves and we can be with Uncle Joe again!!!!! It is well with my soul even in the sadness of our great earthly loss. My love to all. I came upon this swee picture of Uncle Joe and my son, and then baby, Cooper. Hugs, love and prayers lifted for all.

I'm so sad to hear of the passing of who I know as "Uncle Joe." He was a good man and about as good as the come. He was a man of honor and kindness, but what I know most of him was his faithfulness. He was faithful to call my precious grandmother, his sister in law, every single Saturday. I loved hearing them try to carry on a conversation during g my grandmother's later days as she had a heckuva time hearing! But he was faithful to call nonetheless and fulfill his duty to care for his deceased brother's widow and to step in as an influential father figure to my own dad. He was a father to the fatherless, which I can only imagine he learned to be from his own Heavenly Father. Uncle Joe was undoubtedly a great man of faith in his Lord and I rejoice in his faith being made sight. I know that the family's heartbroken and that his sweet bride is lost without her lifelong friend and companion, but we can rejoice that we serve a mighty God that saves and we can be with Uncle Joe again!!!!! It is well with my soul even in the sadness of our great earthly loss. My love to all. I came upon this swee picture of Uncle Joe and my son, and then baby, Cooper. Hugs, love and prayers lifted for all.

Joe Loccisano with his "little" nephew Joe fine tuning their musical talents

Joe Loccisano with his "little" nephew Joe fine tuning their musical talents

Uncle Joe was one of the good ones! He and Aunt Diane helped my mom out not because I wasn’t altar boy but on the contrary, and took me in at 15. they treated me like I was one of theirs Because I was! He was my dad‘s only brother and although I never knew my dad. I really got to know Uncle Joe. Even though he gave me a few boots in the backside, God knows I could’ve used a few more, but hey, he only had two legs! They did the best they could with what they had to work with, and I will always be grateful for that. I would give anything right now to take one from Uncle Joe in the backside! He was the dad I never had and my dad is probably thanking him right now for all those kicks! Thanks, Uncle Joe I love you😇

Uncle Joe was one of the good ones! He and Aunt Diane helped my mom out not because I wasn’t altar boy but on the contrary, and took me in at 15. they treated me like I was one of theirs Because I was! He was my dad‘s only brother and although I never knew my dad. I really got to know Uncle Joe. Even though he gave me a few boots in the backside, God knows I could’ve used a few more, but hey, he only had two legs! They did the best they could with what they had to work with, and I will always be grateful for that. I would give anything right now to take one from Uncle Joe in the backside! He was the dad I never had and my dad is probably thanking him right now for all those kicks! Thanks, Uncle Joe I love you😇

Words fall far short of any emotions I'm able to express. I can tell you this though, my Dad had an uncanny, incredible capability of being able to elevate me from my moments of despair. He always had a way to make everything OK.

Words fall far short of any emotions I'm able to express. I can tell you this though, my Dad had an uncanny, incredible capability of being able to elevate me from my moments of despair. He always had a way to make everything OK.

Joe was an example of what every man should be… He was a loving husband, wonderful father, hard worker, kind, awesome grandfather and a man who loved the Lord with all of his being. He will be missed by so many but his example of the fine human being he was will live on through his extended family…

Joe was an example of what every man should be… He was a loving husband, wonderful father, hard worker, kind, awesome grandfather and a man who loved the Lord with all of his being. He will be missed by so many but his example of the fine human being he was will live on through his extended family…