Rochester, NY: May 20, 2022 at age 86. Charles is predeceased by his parents, John and Felicia Cervini, brothers, Frank Cervini and Robert Cervini, sister, Janice Stagnitto, and nephew Bryan Cervini. He is survived by his children, Dori (Gerry) Smerka, Michael Cervini, Sheri (Kristopher) Giardino; grandchildren Maxwell, Jacob, Rafaela, Juliana, Olivia, Elena, Nicholas; brothers, John (Joan) Cervini, Richard (Julie) Cervini; nephew and good friend, Chris Cervini; along with many other loving nieces, nephews, cousins, and friends.
Charles proudly served our country in the United States Army where he was assigned to the Presidential Honor Guard. Charles was an avid golfer and a great fan of the New York Yankees. He was a talented carpenter who built many buildings throughout the Rochester area. He retired as a carpenter for the US Post Office.
A Visitation will be held from 10am to 12pm, followed by Memorial Celebration from 12pm-1pm on Saturday, June 18th, 2022 at Rochester Cremation, 1118 Long Pond Road, Rochester, NY 14626.
In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to Hildebrandt Hospice Center 2652 Ridgeway Ave, Rochester, NY 14626.
I love you Uncle Chick! SO many memories of you! Happy, funny and sad. When I’m at a red light I often think of the story of you and my dad jumping out of the car, radio blasting and dancing away! I also laugh when I think of the time you and dad went to pick up a piano that someone was going to give us for free and you and dad loaded it in a pick up and lost the piano on a turn!!! You and dad were laughing so hard by they time you got to our house….MINUS the piano! My sisters and I walked around the block to see a smashed up piano on the side of the road!
I also remember we were all at Grandma’s house for Christmas and you were ice fishing and showed up soaking wet because you fell through the ice! Parties at Manitou Road with you showing up on your motorcycle, you scaring all the kids at Grandma’s and us hiding under the dining room table!!
I remember you crying when my dad died and you telling me that you wished you died with him.
I love you and I will miss you! Now you are back with my dad and lots of other family members that love you! Thank you for being you and for so many memories!
Love you TONS!
Where do I start, the memories of you are numerous, your smile, your sense of humor (whaaaat), your strut (yeah you had a very cool strut) and your crazy laugh; it always reminded me of Snidely Whiplash….that’s a good thing. It wasn’t until the day my dad died that we had our very first serous conversation. We talked about life, family and unconditional love. I believe you were more excepting of things then most know. We even cried together. One time when I was about 11 or 12 years old, I saw you hug one of your brothers and I thought to myself, “you want us kids to think your scary ole Uncle Chick, but I know now, you’re just a big teddy bear”. I kept it a secret so it wouldn’t ruin your reputation! You will be missed by so many. Give everyone a hug when you see them, Love you Uncle Chicky.
I love you brother. Not only as a sibling, but also as a brother in Christ! I didn’t have the faith to believe you would ever accept Jesus as your savior, but I was so wrong! I was honored to witness your confession of faith in Christ. It gives me great peace to know I will see you again one day in heaven. You are going to be so happy in your new home with Jesus!
See you soon
Thinking of all of you! 🙏🏻💙
I Love you Uncle Chuckie….my godfather. (I know you’re not my uncle, it took a long time to figure that out) I will always remember your infectious laugh, your beautiful smile and tell it like it is attitude! I can remember reminiscing with you after I had moved to Washington State and you were wondering what the heck I was doing all the way up in Washington but could understand.. the beauty/mountains/nature of the state. I will never forget when you and my dad applied for the same jobs together at the post office and after, all the gossip at the PO, stories of all your odd jobs in construction together, especially in Pennsylvania, hunting adventures and of course Manetz cafe. Between my dads WW2 stories and your stories I can imagine you both have a lot to catch up on in heaven. I will never forget the loud motorcycle coming into the driveway when you visited, I always looked forward to seeing you.Im sure my parents and all who have passed have embraced you on your journey.
Rest In Peace my godfather….till we meet again!
Oh, the reunions there will be with family and friends from every walk of life…… and you & my dad; try not to pick on Aunt Janice too much!!
Till we meet again, I’ll be holding the good memories close.
It’s nice to see the condolences from those who knew you more than I ever did. I’m sure if Theresa were here, she’d have a lot to say about you, and Janice too. But you’re with them now and boy, when I think about everyone up there, I envy you.
The first thing I remember about you was when all three of you were painting our house on McArdle Street. I asked my father why you were called “chick” and
Frankie was called “butz” (don’t know how it was spelled) and Johnny was just John. I probably asked him why uncle tony was called “shablink” too. I don’t remember what he told me the answer was, but i remember asking… and how about your father – “barney” where did that come from?
Well Chick, I sure hope there is life after death and that you’re living with all those good people now, rest in peace.
with our love, joan cervini-rector