- Welcome to Sweeney and Beverly Life Celebration Services, where we Celebrate the Color of Life.
Barbara Volpe
As a grandmother, she was supportive and caring. Barbara came from the old school: a firecracker who shared many an opinion. She belonged to several card clubs (bridge and pinochle) and was proud of her Italian Heritage: she belonged to the Italian American club and got to travel to Italy with her sister. She cooked and baked with the best of them: her bread was terrific; her perogies the best. Christmas was her favorite holiday; her chance to gather her family back to her.
She was the wife of the late Anthony Cuzzupe and the late Anthony Volpe and the mother of 3: the late Anthony Cuzzupe, the late Karen Cuzzupe and the late Paul Cuzzupe.
Come celebrate 87 great years Monday Aug 7, 10 a.m. to noon at Sweeney Funeral Home, Riverside. Interment Parkview Cemetery, Medford.
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My mother in law, my best friend, Paul always told me we would get along if we tried and he was right. I love and miss you so much, we could tell each other anything, we laughed together cried together and everything in between…until we are all together again I will struggle without you💗 thank you for everything. Alicia Cuzzupe
I first met Barb and Rick Volpe almost 50 years ago through her daughter Karen, whom I had become close friends with at work. Karen invited me to join her at her Mom’s new home in the Poconos for Easter. The whole family made me feel welcome and Easter weekend in the Poconos and later in New Jersey became a tradition for us. Barb, Karen and others in the family and I had many adventures together in the following years until Karen passed away. Then, instead of Barb and my friendship ending, we became closer. I think it was a way to keep Karen alive in Barb’s mind. The two of us and other family members continued having adventures together. We saw plays in NYC, spent vacations at the shore, days in Atlantic City, and once the two of us drove down to Florida for a vacation. We would spend time with each other either in NJ, or where I lived in Rochester, NY three or four times a year. I was with Barb when her family passed away, one by one. I’ve never met a stronger person in my life. How she endured all those losses, I’ll never know. In the last several years we talked almost weekly on the phone—who will I call for cooking/baking advice now? Barb was one of my dearest friends, who will be missed for the rest of my life.