Dorothy R. Capozzi, age 89, of Wilmington formerly of East Boston, passed away unexpectedly, January 11, 2010. She was the beloved wife of the late James V. Capozzi. Born in Boston she was the daughter of the late Albert R. and Anni (Christoforo) Blangio.
Dorothy was a devoted wife, mother, grandmother and friend. She cherished spending time with her family and loved cooking, especially during holiday gatherings. She worked for a number of years as a kitchen aid at the Casa Di Fior Function Facility in Wilmington and she also worked for several years in the caffateria of Compugraphic/AGFA of Wilmington. She loved being around people and enjoyed going to bingo, taking the ocassional trip to Foxwoods Casino, and always following her beloved Boston Red Sox. She will be greatly missed by her loving family and many dear friends.
In addition to her late husband, Dorothy is predeceased by her brothers; Michael, John, Albert and Charles Blangio. She is survived by her four sons and their spouses, James M. Capozzi and his wife Debra of Wilmington, Robert J. Capozzi and his wife Wendy Wiberg of North Reading, Carl W. Capozzi and his wife Nancy of PA, Paul P. Capozzi and his wife Julie of Lawrence. Dorothy is also survived by her loving grandchildren, Alexis, Matthew, Tesha, Maxwell, Lisa, Alessandra and Taryn. She is further survived by her sister, Lillian Colucci of Wakefield.
Funeral services were held from the Dello Russo Funeral Home, 374 Main St., WILMINGTON, Friday, January 15th, at 8 a.m. followed by a funeral mass celebrated in St. Thomas of Villanova Church, 126 Middlesex Ave, WILMINGTON, at 10 am. Relatives and friends were respectfully invited to attend. Visiting hours at the Dello Russo Funeral Home were held on Thursday, January 14th, from 3 thru 8. Services concluded with burial at Wildwood Cemetery, Wilmington. It has been requested that in lieu of flowers memorial contributions may be made in Dorothy’s memory to Boston Catholic TV, PO Box 9196, 34 Chestnut St., Watertown, MA 02471.
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Eulogy of Dolly Capozzi, written by her son
Carl Capozzi
How fitting that we sit here honoring my mother in a house of worship where we pay homage to the Triumvirate. I don’t mean to suggest that my mother was Godlike. But she was so many persons, for so many situations.
She was the miracle worker who stretched the one hundred and seventy dollar paycheck my father would give her, which in most cases didn’t find its way home to her in that amount, and had to stretch it into $500 to pay the bills.
She was the psychologist who would assure us all that things were alright, when she knew in point of fact that they were not.
She was the WWF referee who would once again be called upon to separate two of the boys, testing their mettle.
She was the woman with a heart as big as Mother Theresa’s, once again helping out one of the boys or someone else in time of need.
She was the quintessential homemaker who with her endearing and infectious smile, made you feel so much at home and comfortable in her presence.
She was the angel who had to calm the anxieties of a troubled man and make right the turbulent waters.
She was the superlative cook who, if you paid her a visit, would have meatballs and gravy or pasta with clam sauce in front of you in a moments notice.
She was the breath of fresh air who always had a kind word or thought to give you, that uplifted you when you needed it most.
She was the peacemaker. If you lived in our neighborhood and heard my father calling out Kickette or Robert, you knew it was time to dole out punishment; and it was my mother who, thankfully for us children, would rush over and say to my father “No, No, No Jimmy only on the backside”. Actually she said, “Jimmy not on the head; but that was a different time we lived in then.”
She was the educator who taught you right from wrong and how to conduct yourself, not because she was formally trained, but because her decisions came from the heart which gave her a wealth of knowledge beyond her schooling.
She was a woman who took such great pleasure going to Bingo, or playing cards, not for the rewards or the wager, but because she treasured so much being around people and interacting.
Anyone who knew my mother knows that she was a person who possessed and abundance of love and she went to great lengths to share that love with everyone whose life she touched.
She was the Matriarch to her sons, daughter-in-laws and grandchildren.
I don’t mean to suggest that my mother was perfect, as none of us here can attest to be.
And perhaps my mother’s greatest shortcoming was she wore her feelings and beliefs on her sleeve.
You knew immediately if she were troubled or agitated over something. But at least you knew where she stood no pretense or facade. What you saw is what she was; genuine, real, caring, demonstrative, loving.
I just hope everyone gathered here today had and opportunity to share sometime with anyone of those faucets of my mother mentioned today; and if you were so fortunate, you will leave here richer for it. To know her was to truly love her. And amazingly my mother was all those things to so many people, while still just being the “little lady”, our Dolly!
Thank you.