John Susa
I grew up with Richie, Delores’ youngest son. As a kid, I didn’t always take the time to get to know my friends’ parents as well as I wish I had. Life sped by then—full of adolescent concerns that, looking back, kept me from what I now realize were valuable, fleeting opportunities.
One thing I remember clearly: I always wondered what kind of family Richie came from. He stood out—without a doubt, one of the most confident, wise-beyond-his-years kid in all of Peekskill. A natural leader. A kind and compassionate friend. Always grounded, always on the right path.
Even then, I understood that a young man like Richie didn’t become who he was by accident. He had to be a reflection of something solid and Good at home. And at the center of every such family, there is always the Mother. It is one of life’s great truths—a law of nature and grace.
So today, I honor Delores for the legacy she created and nurtured. A life that I am sure resonated of quiet strength, wisdom, and deep love. For that imprint was all over her children.
Rest in peace, Delores.
May you and Poppie rejoice in your Beautiful and Glorious Reunion.