Santo, Frank

August 12th, 2010

Frank F. Santo, 83, of Wilmington, passed away August 12, surrounded by his family.

Son of the late Joseph Santo. Survived by his loving wife, Grace (Dame), of Wilmington, his son Stephen Henderson and his wife Mary Ann of Norwood, his daughter Louise Henderson-Cain and her husband Edward of North Andover. Grandfather of Laurie Cain-Fichera, and Frank Cain and his wife Rebecca. Great-Grandfather of Ashley and Caitlin Fichera and Frank Cain. Also survived by two brothers, two sisters and nieces and nephews.

Funeral from the Nichols Funeral Home, Inc., 187 Middlesex Ave. (Rte. 62), Wilmington on Saturday, August 14th at 9:00 a.m. followed by a Funeral Mass at St. Thomas of Villanova Church, 126 Middlesex Ave., Wilmington at 10:00 a.m. Interment Wildwood Cemetery, Wilmington. Visiting hours Friday, August 13th from 4:00 – 8:00 p.m.

Memorial donations in Frank’s name may be made to Make-A-Wish Foundation, One Bullfinch Place, 2nd Floor, Boston, MA 02114.

U.S. Navy Veteran, WWII.


2 Entries in Guest Book for “Santo, Frank”

  1. Laurie says:

    You are forever in my heart.
    My fondest memories of my childhood were the times I spent on your lap. I will always treasure the times we spent together ecspecially the times at the lake; no one will ever love the cottage the way we do.
    I am so blessed that I was able to spend these last days by your side, I will hold that close to my heart always.
    I miss you so much already.
    With all my love,

  2. Lou & Judie Connolly #2070 says:

    To the family and his loving wife Grace we extend our deep sympathy’s to you and your family. we had such great times yogether and we will
    treaure those memories of Frank and you at the Tewksbury/Wilmington Elks # 2070.
    He will be missed so we say peace be with him. Love always.

    Tribute to Frank & Grace Santo:

    Miss me but let me go. when i come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me i want no rites in a gloom filled room, why cry for a soul set free.
    Miss me a little but not for long. And not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared, miss me but let me go.

    For this is a journey we all must take and each must go alone,, for this is a part of the masters plan, miss me but let me go.
    So when you are lonely and sick at heart, go to the friends we know and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
    Miss me but let me go.
    Lou & Judie Connolly

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