Birth date: Oct 2, 1930 Death date: Jan 3, 2019
Victor Ingraffia, 88, of Hudson passed away January 3, 2019. He was born in New York City on October 2, 1930 to Rose and Nicholas Ingraffia. He served in the Navy from 1951-55 and spent much of that time aboard a Tank Landing Ship Read Obituary
Remembering your father with a smile on his face, a story on his lips and a good cigar between his fingers. He will be missed but always loved and honored by his beautiful family.
Vic was one of our first neighbors we met after moving across the street from him in 2017. He always liked to visit when we saw him out. He was a nice man and the neighborhood will miss him.
A great man, in so many ways. Deeply saddens us to have lost him, but so very grateful to have known him...will always cherish the many fond memories we hold deep within our hearts. May his strong sense of humor, wit, decency, courage, perseverance, loyalty and tenacity, always shine through. Our love always, Vic and Darlene Romanelli
My brother-in-law Vic passed away a few weeks ago, suddenly struck down. He was 88 years old and I have known him for more than 55 of those 88 years.
I first met him in 1963 when I began dating my wife to be. He was married to her older sister Terry; they lived across the street from her parents and she was pregnant with their first child. The sisters had two brothers; one older than both girls and one significantly younger.
Both Vic and I had new cars that year. Vic had a new maroon Pontiac Grand Prix and I had a stick shift 409 Chevy which we lovingly polished while getting to know each other and shooting the breeze.
Vic was a dozen years older than I and had married Terry when she was 18 and he was 30. In our widower old age we would laugh contemplating the reactions today of a 29 year old dating a “girl” of 17. He was a college graduate however, had done service in the Navy ,would have a fine career with the I.R.S., had a respectable family and courted Terry in the manner expected by Italian parents.
Over those car polishing sessions he clued me in on the idiosyncrasies of my prospective new relatives as well as the similarities and differences between our two brides.
My girl and I however decided without any parental permission that we wanted to marry when we turned 18 and 21 and did just that causing quite the uproar. After a family get-together over a jug of Italian red it all settled down; besides we no longer needed anyone’s permission to marry.
Vic drove us home from our wedding in his shiny Grand Prix.
He and Terry were there in New Jersey when our first son died 9 years later.
He and Terry came to North Carolina when our eldest daughter was born in 1977.
He and Terry were in Rhode Island to stand as God Parents to our youngest daughter in 1979.
He and Terry were in in Maryland in 1985 when we buried our second son.
He and Terry were there in New Jersey for the funeral of my wife in 2004.
After his retirement in the early ’90s Terry and Vic moved to Florida; much of the family including my father and mother-in-law were already here in retirement. We would usually visit twice a year, taking the kids to Orlando for a few days during our visits.
After the passing of my wife I brought the girls south as well in order to be closer to family. They have both made lives for themselves here.
Usually about once a month on a Sunday morning I would pick up half a dozen donuts and visit with them for coffee and conversation. Vic and I continued the ritual after Terry’s passing in 2016. Donuts, coffee and a good cigar out by his pool.
The eldest brother of our two wives also lives here – and is also a widower. We were three old men, 88, 80 and 76, all widowers. Very unusual around here where surviving ladies outnumber the men by a good margin.
“What did you guys do to your wives?” became the joke.
Vic and Terry were married some 55 years and raised two fine sons, one of whom lives here and one in Tennessee.
They were here for their father, which is as it should be.
He lived a good life and was a good man.
In 55 years he never once uttered an unkind word to me.
I wish I had the right words to lighten your families agony at this time, but sometimes words are just not enough. Please accept my deepest condolences on the lost of your beloved father. You and your family are in my thoughts and prays.
Jose & Iris Perez
(Roberts parents)
