Jack Batistoni

Obituary of Jack Batistoni

John “Jack” Batistoni passed at home on Tuesday, November 10, 2020.  He shared 75 years of love and kindness with everyone he met.  Private services were conducted under the direction of Norman Dean Home Funeral Home.  Please share your memories here.  His family will cherish them forever. 

 

Jack was born in Queens, NY in November of 1944 to Rudy and Mae Batistoni.  He was the first of three sons to bless the Batistoni Family. Jack grew up in Bound Brook, NJ.  An avid baseball player Jack played team sports and participated in the state championship for his high school. He attended TCNJ obtaining his bachelors degree.  After his schooling he started his career working as a teacher for the deaf. He was blessed with a family of his own and was the proud Dad to Jason and Lynn. He started his own business “Jersey Machinery Riggers” in the early 1980s and was still helping other companies move large equipment up until his passing. Jack often used his work to enjoy his hobbies. He was always on the road with his job. He loved to travel, and he played golf in every location possible while traveling. He became an encyclopedia on golf, its courses, and restaurants after years on the road, and had an uncanny memory for the travels his life and work brought him. Jack found time to volunteer at Saint Clare's Hospital in Denville. Recently, he was granted his greatest title- Grandpa!  He was the proud Pop to Thomas Vicino, and even in this hectic year was fortunate to hold him and watch him grow. In this season of Thanksgiving, we will remain grateful for having had Jack bless our lives and we will think of him often with a smile.

 

He leaves his children Jason Batistoni (Michael Estepp) and Lynn Batistoni; his grandson Thomas Vicino; his brothers Frank (Lita) and Joseph (Sue) and many Nieces, Nephews, friends and golf buddies.

 

 

Lord, as I walk down the fairways of life,
help me to realize that my greatest opportunities to learn
are actually when I am in the rough,
where I discover things I never knew were there,
and when I'm in the deepest sand,
where I learn that there is a time to walk softly,
and clean-up after myself,
and when I'm playing scramble,
where I learn that I have friends
to make up for what I lack,
and when I find the water,
where I learn that some things
are better left alone.
And when the ball rolls into the hole
for that wonderful par,
help me to realize that
all good things come from you.

 

 

 

 

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