Obituary of Donna Marie Piarulli

Donna Marie Piarulli (83), of Yorktown Heights, NY, passed away on March 3, 2023. She is reunited with her late husband and life partner, Thomas Michael Piarulli Sr. (2020).
Donna was born on October 7, 1939 in Yonkers, NY to Jack and Sadie (Sinatra) Paris. She married Tom on August 26, 1960 and they were married for 50 wonderful years. Donna and Tom had 5 children: Thomas Jr., Patricia (Bentivegna), Nancy (Sullivan), Christopher, and Marc. 
Her voice echoed over the loudspeaker of PS 23 on Van Cortlandt Park Avenue in Yonkers for 20 years. She was known for handing out Twizzlers to every student who came to see her in the Main Office. 
Donna was overly accomplished and had many hobbies. She was an avid bowler (bowling a 300 many times!) and golfer and stood out amongst the rest as a lefty. She read thousands of books in her lifetime and loved fiction. She would peruse books at Barnes & Noble with a Starbucks café latte in hand. She watched Jeopardy every weeknight and knew more answers than Ken Jennings. She loved to play cards, watch boxing, MMA flights and tennis. She loved to craft and watch Martha Stewart while yelling at the TV how was she supposed to measure food to cut it into 1-inch pieces?!
Though she was well known, liked and loved in her career–and a devoted wife for 60 years–her most well-known accomplishment was being the greatest Nana that has ever lived. She was known as Nana by those of all ages, related and unrelated.
Donna is predeceased by her sister Anita (Nina) DiFiore, her brother Manny Paris. Her legacy will live on through her children: Tom (Darlene), Patty (Peter), Nancy (Patrick), Chris and Marc. She had eight grandchildren: Nicole (Christian) LaBier, Cady (Dean Holtz) Piarulli, Marc Piarulli, Staci (John) Reed, Anthony Ricciardi, Peter Bentivegna Jr., Christopher Piarulli Jr., and Mia Piarulli. She had two great-grandchildren: Ella Holtz (Cady), and Maximus LaBier (Nicole). She is also survived by her sister, Jacqueline Logozio and her comare, Marie DeSisto. 
She would not wanted us to write anything about her, but we can hear her yelling at us in our minds. She will always be the wind beneath our wings.