Obituary of Rose J. Ferrara
Rose Ferrara, age 89, passed away on Saturday, February 12, 2022, at the Morristown Medical Center, surrounded by her family. Born and raised in Newark, Rose raised her family in Hillside before moving to East Hanover and eventually settling in Basking Ridge 36 years ago.
Rose loved spending time with her large family. She was an avid reader with a passion for poetry, a “news junkie”, and loved to impart her knowledge and wisdom to her children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren. She looked forward to her daily visits and phone calls from her loved ones. Rose was energetic, bubbly, loved to laugh, loved music and dancing, and loved to explore new places. She found joy in the simplest things. She will be deeply missed by all.
Rose is predeceased by her daughter Donna who passed away in 1955.
She is survived by her loving husband of 70 years, Dominick Ferrara; her children Bob Ferrara and his wife Cheryl, Christopher Ferrara and his wife Benilda, and Nancy Bender and her husband Alfred Jr.; seven grandchildren Alexandra Heinz and her husband Joseph, Lauren Ferrara, Jessica Ferrara, Stephanie Ferrara, James Moreno Gomez, Alfred Bender III, and April Bender. She is also survived by three great-grandchildren Ava Lynn, Ashton, and Elliot.
A funeral service will be held on Saturday, February 19, 2022, at St. Vincent De Paul Church in Stirling at 10:00 a.m. followed by the interment at St. Vincent DePaul Cemetery.
In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made in her loving to the St. Jude Children's Research Hospital.
LOVE
By Ray Croft
I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.
I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making me.
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can’t help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find.
I love you because you
Are helping me to make of
The lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple;
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.
I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good,
And more than any fate
To make me happy.
You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it
By being yourself.
