|I miss my uncle John and now my Aunt Louise - as our family changes with life and death what we do have is each other and this very moment to say I am here for you and I love you. That is all that really matters.
|Cranston, Rhode Island
|my dearest brother,i miss you terribly, especially when we
would talk two or three times a day some time. asking for a certain recipe or just to talk.
always in my heart
till we meet again sister anna
|Steve and Michelle Mann
|Cranston, RI 02921
|I was very happy to see this great tribute to John. He was
a great and wonderful part of my life. I, too, can say
John was so easy to love.
Just wanted to let you know that I was thinking about your father today, and wanted to let you know what a wonderful son he has for keeping his fathers memory alive with eveyrone via this web page. Your father must be very proud of what you are doing.
Take care and all the best to you and your family during this Holiday Season.
|Reston, VA, USA
|Where is our Lasagna for Louise's 75th Birthday Bash ?
Louise is really having a good time. She goes to Morton's now. Wow !
I hope you are up there having fun with my Dad. You guys are probably getting in trouble. Miss you ! !
|massimo di sotto
|I ThinK often abaut you and I often tell of you to my friend.
I miss You uncle John.
Massimo Di Sotto, Maria Grazia Forlini's son,
Alfredo Forlini Was My GRand Father
|Still miss you . . I am looking at your cookbook now. I am so lucky to have you all as part of my family. I think you saved my life when you smuggled in homemade italian food to the Fairfax Hospital for me in 1993, not to mention when you drove me to work at the Bank in the snow when I was still in high school. You were always there to help everyone. God Love Ya ! ! Just so you know, Louise and I are having a great time still. She is going out more than me. She is winning more than you in Atlantic City ! ! Gotcha ! : )
|Mickey and Jerry Famiano
|Greenville, Rhode Island 02828, USA
|We were always friends and had many great memories.
|I still love you John!
|John Todd Forlini
|Folsom, CA, USA
|I share John's name as did my Uncle and Grandfather. I am part of the Forlini's in Durham, CT. My father Mike still lives there along with his brother George. My father, Mike was born in 1921 as was John. My grand parents were Margaret and John Forlini. John sounded like a great guy with a zest for life. I too liked to travel and I married an Army brat. I wish I had his talent in the kitchen!
A great site for a great man!!
John Todd Forlini
|We remember zio Giovanni for ever.
He has been a great UNCLE.
|Saunderstown, RI, USA
|Hi everyone! I didn't know this site existed and I am happy to see the many wishes and prayers - I was there when my Uncle John passed away - I looked into his eyes and saw with sadness the great love he had for us all which would be leaving soon -the last words he spoke to my Mom were "love you". When I was working at a job outside of nursing and was not having an easy time of it (while he was ill) we would talk on the internet and he would lift my spirits always with a good joke or two - he also put me back on my path of nursing by saying "hey, I thought my niece was a nurse, you know saving mankind and everything; not putting stamps on envelopes and making coffee for an office!" He made a difference and I'm sure he still is..love you Uncle John -- bye for now ... Deb.
|This is a beautiful tribute to a wonderful man. I'm sorry my condolences come so late.
I was fortunate enough to be at some of those famous dinners...my favorite... Clam spaghetti.
|Santamaria Forlini Family
|la nostra famiglia ricorda sempre nel cuore zio John
perche'lui era una persona fantastica che ci ha regalato
tanti momenti felici.Rimarra'sempre nei nostri cuori....
Max,Mauri,Paolo,Gianna e cinzia
|Frank A. Walker & Beverly Roll
|Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA
|I never had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Forlini, but am fortunate enough to know his son, Walter, who is married to my sister. It is a truly wonderful man who can raise his son to be a good husband and father by living his example. Mr. Forlini must certainly look down upon his son with great pride.
|Cardinal, Ontario, Canada
|I came across this site today. I did not know your Father personally, but I am certain he must have been a very special person and Dad to have children who would create such a wonderful and respectful memorial for him. I think this is an incredible web page that speaks well of your Father and also of his children for having created it in his honour.
|Clinton Twp., MI
|My name is John Forlini and I am from the Detroit area. I've never met another Forlini outside of my family here and in Casino, Italy. I was wondering what part of Italy your family is from. Is there a relationship?
|Nancy and Leonard Stickles
|Giacomo (Jack) D'Agostino
|N.Prov., Rhode Island
|Searching the web it came with sadness to find out about the passing of John.My mother(Mae D'Agostino) and I ran a business just around the corner from where Johns family had there business.To his entire family my hearth felt condolences.
|Richland, WA, USA
|I am the widow of John Hickey. My husband worked with John and often talked highly of John.
My prayers are with all of you.
|Zephyrhills, Fl, USA
|I only had the opportunity to meet "Uncle" John twice and they were not happy occassions, it was at my in-laws funerals. What I will always remeber is how much John and Ernie looked alike and the way he carried himself with such dignity. He really cared about everyone he included into his family whether you were actually related or not, never seeemed to matter. I wish he could of gotten to spend more time with his nephew, Scott and meet his new grand-niece Samantha. He has probably taken over the kitchen by now and serving up really great food. He will be missed, but NEVER forgetten.
|scott, jennifer and samantha davies
|SGT. Francis W. Dobrisky
|Ginger Espiau Rood
|Union, KY, USA
|My Mom, Mary Espiau, told me about your loss. Mom still has such fond memories of the good times in Curundu. Please know that we all send our most sincere sympathies to all of you at such a sad time. Our best wishes, Ginger and Mary Espiau
|Walter and Lucy McCrone
|I have so many fond memories of your dad and your family from my childhood. Your parents were great friends of my parents. You did a beautiful job on this memorial to your father. He was a GREAT man, father, and husband!
|Grand Rapids, MI
|You have done a great job with John's web page. I've enjoyed looking through it and finding out about your dad. I only met him a few times, but it was always a pleasure.
|It was a pleasure to have known you so well.
|Soissons 02200, FRANCE
|Un grand merci pour ce site tout � l'image de John. Je suis rest�e longtemps devant la photo o� il p�che avec son petit fils, je crois que c'est l'image de paix et de tendresse que je garderait en souvenir.
|Christine M. Forlini
|Absolutely beautiful permanent marker. Miss you!!
Love, Christina xoxo
|Aquino, Frosinone, Italy
|I'm the Italian cousin of John's and am very sad over Zio Giovanni's death.
I spoke to him online often, and now I feel alone when I'm on the computer. I hope to meet him again one day.
He was very special to me because he talked to me for many hours about our family's history. He was our living link between our family in Italy and those in America.
We will miss him.
|Christine M. Forlini
|Happy Fathers' Day, Godfather! Love, Christine xoxo
|I met John in 1989 when I became the manager of the bank where he conducted his business. Since he had been good friends with the manager who had preceded me (and was crushed when she was transferred to another branch) he vowed that he would have nothing to do with me...within two weeks he was bringing me meat pies and sitting at my desk for an hour at a time telling me his life story. He would always hint around in advance about his plans to "surprise" us at the bank with some delicious treat, and my mouth would be watering for days in anticipation of his great cooking. I only worked at that branch for a year and a half, but I left with a permanent friendship--only John could make a lifelong friend of his banker. I really miss going to the Forlini's house at Christmas and trying to guess how many bears were in the jar that year--I never won, but John always managed to slip me some of the baked goodies anyway. He was a great friend over the years--definitely someone who stuck with me through good times and bad, always with advice and encouragement. One of the best memories from my wedding is the fact that he drove to Richmond to be there. I think my favorite thing about John was his way of making sure you knew how special you were to him--clearly he had 10 times more family and close friends than the average person, but he could always make you feel like you were the only person in his world.
|Joe and Sue Wierzbowski
|3611 St Paul Rochester, New York 14614
|Nancy and Howard Anstice
|When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me,
I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things, we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me; as much as I love you.
And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name, and took me by the hand.
And said my place was ready in heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for, so much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays; the good ones and the bad.
I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized, that this could never be,
For emptiness and memories, would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things that I might miss tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home.
Then God looked down and smiled at me, from His great golden throne.
He said, "This is eternity, and all I've promised you.
Today your life on earth is past, but here life starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last.
And since each day's the same way there's no longing for the past.
You have been so faithful, so trusting, and so true.
Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven and now at last you're free.
So won't you come and take my hand and share my life with me?"
So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me, I'm right here, in your heart.
|Joseph DiBattista Jr.
|John was a great friend of my Grandfather Gerald (Joe Brown)
and he always opened his house to me when I lived in Washington
during '79-'80. He will surely be missed by all. Thank you John
for all you did.
|John Forlini treated me like one of his own, even though I was originally his son Walter's friend and co-worker. On very special occasions, John would make lasagna for us. It was, no doubt, the world's best.
I at some point moved to an even more endeared position as recipient of John's home-made grape leaves and spinach pies. I was so honored by this that I in turn sent home my version of lebanese cooking and John and Lou enjoyed it together. I later found out that John actually did not eat something--lamb. My meat pies, however, had lamb. And just because I made it, John ate it. I was so honored. I remember sending him an email asking him how he liked it. I started out with Dear Mr. Forlini... He responded with cut the Mr. Forlini crap--it's John! So from then on it was, in fact, John.
My greatest honor of all, however, was making spinach pies for John and eating them with him for lunch his last week with us. I was truely blessed to have that honor. John was such a man of his word. He told me that he had ordered spinach pies from out of town and one had my name it. Well, John didn't make it until the spinach pies arrived in Virginia--but guess what, he made sure that the pie with my name on it made it to me. We ate it together, me at my desk and John in heaven!
|Larry Davis and Family
|Mr. Forlini was an icon on Bond Court in Virginia. At least he was the tallest person I knew there. My brothers and I grew up across the street from the Forlini's, and were fortunate to have known John and his family in a special way. I would like to share a memory from long ago involving my youngest brother Joe, who once commented to our mother how her tomato sauce didn't quite taste like Mr. Forlini's. Needless to say Joe probably went hungry that night. Every time we came home to visit it was a must to stop in and say hi to Mrs. and Mr. Forlini, as if checking in with a neighboring uncle and aunt. John, I'll miss seeing you very much. Larry
|Christine M. Forlini
|Whenever Uncle John would be in RI it was always a great day! I still remember when I was 2 and I was on my rocking horse on the third floor on Cumerford Street; the first thing he did was come in and kiss me. Because I was so little I remember snubbing him. My Dad always came in the house and automatically picked me up, so I couldn't understand why this time he only stooped down to kiss me, so I was snubbing him. But after that little "episode" I realized who this tall handsome man was -- MY UNCLE!!!
I still have the shell braclet he brought me from one of his trips. It was a Saturday night but I didn't fall asleep until he came in for the visit past my bedtime.
As I got older, he came down for my wedding in 1987. He came to rehersal dinner afte the church practice. We went back home, and the cookies had to be wrapped for each table and so much had to be done! I always remember him rolling up his sleeves and taking over the situation as if it was one big bakery and he was the director and supervisor of it all. What a sight!
We would sometimes take rides to see his friends at the cape. I remember always wanting to stop to eat. Boy! Would he yell at me! But I always ate!
One time when I was in VA in 1986 he took me to Catholic Mass and we sat in the last pew. They asked him if he would pass the basket. He said "no I don't get involved." He yelled at me all the way home. But all I could do was laugh.
He took a video of the trees where my house now stands. It was so hysterical because as he is taping the video of trees and trees in the summer of 1994. He kept taping and kept saying on the tape, "They keep telling me there will be a house here in three months." To this day we laugh at that day!
Once when my dad was in the hospital in 1993 and I was also in CT for surgery, Uncle came down to visit me. Then he swung by to see my dad. Apparently, my aunt and mom were with uncle. Uncle and aunt went up to my dad, but my mom when to the other bed for a few seconds. When she approached my dad's bed, Uncle asked her who that person was (they all thought she knew the person). She answered, "I thought it was Ernie." Everyone was asked to wait outside the room because they were laughing so hard and making so much noise, and not only was that a problem, but my dad was hurting his incision from laughing so much.
Today, I am remembering these things. I will think of more and keep you all updated. All I know is that since last week I have to remind myself that my uncle who is also my Godfather, is not here anymore!
|It took me a while to understand the "Dinner Game" that was played by Mr. Forlini and his sons. Since Mr. Forlini fed so many, you may have even experienced it yourself.
It's the game where Mr. Forlini cooked a wonderful meal and then pretended that he was unsure if it was good. Lou, Tom, and Walter would then compliment the meal but Mr. Forlini would again ask if the individual components of the meal were REALLY good. Then his sons would tease him by telling him that it was good but it USED to be better.
For example, the home-made pasta was good but using the pasta machine to flatten the dough made it taste different than using a rolling pin.
Mr. Forlini would then curse at them in Italian and they'd all laugh. If you're confused, then you're probably not Italian.
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