Peter Zagorda

To Mary Kay,Tom,Patty,and Jeanne ...We will never forget our loving neighbors the Zagorda's. All the babysitting, good times in the neighborhood. We loved your Mom & Dad and they made the perfect couple. Many good laughs and always smiling. Our thoughts are with you. The Sanderson sisters, Carole, Judy, Barbara & Susan- ....Our brother passed away May,2015.

We enjoyed working with Pete many, many years ago at Mountain Bell and USWest. He brightened up our work place and was such a wonderful person. Our hearts and prayers are with you all now.

Dear Mary Kay, So sorry to hear of your fathers passing. Both of your parents were very special people, an example of how gracious and fun we all should be. You and your family are in my prayers. Barbara

We are so sorry, Zagorda family. He lived a wonderful, full life; one that we can all hope to emulate. Look at that great smile! We will keep you all in our thoughts and prayers. Jim and Kathy (Ulrickson) Robins

Peter was my first cousin. He was only two years younger than my dad, Louie Cucciardi. Perter’s mother was my dad’s eldest sister. She was born in San Marco in Lamis, Italy, to our grandparents, Michele and Archangeila Cucciardi. My wife Cheryl and I may have been two of the last to see Peter alive. The afternoon before he took off for Heaven, we visited Pete in his assisted living unit. He was amazingly full of his usual joyous banter and i think looked younger than i that day. I remember him jokingly giving me a bad time in that I had more gray hair than did he! He belly-laughed when he told me. We stayed for about 30-45 minutes having a great time reminiscing about our many, family, get-togethers. He loved my dad very much, even though they gave each other a bad time. I remember trying to pick his brain that afternoon about his and my grandparents. I to D him how lucky he was to have known them for about thirty years. I was not that lucky. I wish I had recorded our conversation that final afternoon. When we were about to leave, i specifically recall both of us saying how much we enjoyed our conversing and to not let too much time pass until we meet again. We shook hands, yes, we did that, hugged and joyfully bid each other farewell, ‘till next time. I took a mental picture of him that day, as he was smiling. It is etched, forever, in my mind’s eye. Until we meet again, Pete!