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In Loving Memory of Caroline Irene Piccini

In Loving Memory


Caroline Irene Piccini

Born into life                                 

Born into Eternity

August 28, 1944                           

August 18, 2008


Caroline “Carol” I. Piccini was born August 28th, 1944 in Chicago Illinois to Irene and Jesse Baker. On August 18th, 2008 the Lord decided it was her time to come home.

Carol survived both thyroid and breast cancer along with other ailments. During each of her trials and tribulations one thing remained constant: she had a pure, genuine love of God. She always had a smile and a blessing for those around her. Known as a woman who would never mince words, she would offer encouragement and a prayer to anyone.

Although her family and friends that she left behind are currently feeling distressed. We find comfort in celebrating the fact that she is now resting comfortably in the Lords' loving arms, where she is happy and healthy. She will be remembered by all around her.

She is preceded by her husband Ken Picccini, mother Irene Pawluczyk, and grandma Helen Citak. She is survived by her daughter Dawn Christian, grandson Ian Alexander Robertson, and many friends.

I love you, Mom, and will miss you

Love, Dawn



Memorial Service

Thursday ~ August 21, 2008

10:00 AM

Leak & Sons Funeral Chapels

18400 South Pulaski Rd ~ Country Club Hills, Illinois

Order of Service

Song ~ More Than Wonderful by Sandi Patti

Opening Prayer

Obituary Reading

Psalm 91 read by Dawn Christian

Song Dedication ~ We Shall Behold Him by Sandi Patti

Eulogy by Pastor Tony Delle

Song ~ Another Time, Another Place by Sandi Patti

Passing & Viewing
Song ~ El Shaddai by Amy Grant

Processional to Gravesite

Mount Hope Cemetery

W 115th St and Fairfield
Chicago, Illinois 60655

Special Thanks to Lighthouse Church of all Nations, Rev. Tony Delle, Dale Robertson, Jr. and Denise Robertson.



1. He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
2. I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”
3. Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.
4. He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
5. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day,
6. nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at
7. A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.
8. You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.
9. If you make the Most High your dwelling – even the LORD, who is my refuge –
10. Then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent.
11. For he will command his angles concerning you to guard you in all your ways,
12. they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13. You will tread upon the lion and the cobra, you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
14. “Because he loves me,” says the LORD, “I will rescue him, I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15. He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him.
16. With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation."


Friends Only

This journal is Friends Only.

I used to be open about who I let in, but at this point I probably will not let anyone else read. The reason being is that one of my deceased husband's family posed as a widow from my husband's hometown in order to read my journal. He was trying to find information to try to make his whole family hate me and is accusing me of stealing a video camera that he loaned to my husband before he died that I have not found and I cannot return what I have not found. At this point, he will have to have a seance in order to find it, because it's gone. He hasn't even checked the most logical place left - the hotel we went to when we left for Hurricane Rita, which my husband did take the camera to - to see if it was left behind. So, because of this fact, I no longer am a part of my late husband's family. The cut is clean and it's from me. I will no longer associate with people who defend verbal abusers all in the interest in "family harmony."

In Loving Memory of my dearly departed Cliff.
My love, my life, my Cliff.

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