Dad On behalf of my mother Karen and my brother Dan, I’d like to thank everyone for all of your calls, messages, visits, and big hugs have brought us so much joy and peace over these last few days. It has been such a comfort to be reminded that we are not the only ones who will greatly miss his presence. Sitting down to write this was a bit overwhelming. How would it be possible to encapsulate all aspects of one of the greatest people I have ever known, in what I promised would only be a 5-minute speech? But then I recalled all of the wonderful ways in which you, his community, have been remembering him: Loving husband, father, grandfather, brother, and uncle; knowledgeable and caring doctor; devoted parishioner; loyal and down-to-earth friend with a solid moral compass; encouraging role model; excellent conversationalist with a great laugh; and one of the few guys who could pull off a mustache. It is true, my father loved and supported his family fiercely. Uncle Dave was well known for greeting his nieces and nephews with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, often referring to many of them by their first AND middle names. Like many Italian families, we took every opportunity to gather and celebrate. At birthday parties or First Communions, my dad delighted in making conversation over the antipasto table, earnestly inquiring about current endeavors and giving solid bits of advice. He loved watching our family and extended families grow, and never missed an opportunity to tell a parent how beautiful their new baby was. At family weddings, the slow dances were saved for my mom, while the more upbeat and technical dances were saved for his sister Mary Ann, whom he lovingly referred to as “Ra Ra”. Each Christmas Eve, we’d attend the Children’s Mass here at Holy Rosary and then head down by the lake to have dinner at my Uncle John and Aunt Marianna’s house. Though he rarely indulged in alcohol, once every two or three years, my dad would not be on-call. To their delight, during cocktail hour one of my cousins would mix up my dad’s drink of choice (always a Brandy Manhattan), followed by pouring him a tall glass of whichever amazing wine was paired with the meal that year. As one can assume, the stories became funnier and the laughs became louder. His favorite part, however, was ending the night with a homemade biscotti, lovingly made by his niece Mary Beth. For two weeks each summer, we would pack up the car and drive to Nebraska to visit my mom’s side of the family. In almost identical fashion, our time there was spent with our extended family members, catching up and laughing well into the night. And, in almost identical fashion, my three uncles would delight in taking my dad to one of the College World Series games and treating him to a few brews, awaiting his inevitably colorful commentary about the umpire calls or the mascot’s high jinxes. Besides spending time with his family, my dad loved sports of any kind. Whether watching horse races on TV with his brother Donald, or a Packer, Badger, or Cubbies game with his brother Chuck, you could count on my dad to be fully invested. Often so engrossed, his loud cheers and deafening claps would unintentionally startle any baby or young child within a 3 square-mile radius. When my brother and I began playing sports in elementary and high school, my dad made it a priority to rearrange his office and surgery schedules to attend every single one of our sporting events. Upon learning of his passing, an acquaintance of mine reached out with this message: “Carrie, I am so sorry for your loss. Although I didn't have a chance to meet your dad when we were in high school, I do remember him as being your biggest fan and supporter in the stands.” Clearly, our dad’s enthusiasm and investment in each game was widely recognized and appreciated by all…with the possible exception of high school referees and umpires district-wide. Born and raised in Kenosha, this city held a special place in my dad’s heart. That is why after training at some of the most prestigious universities in the country, he returned here to open his own practice and faithfully serve the members of this community for over 30 years. I remember visiting his office from time to time and noticing occasional gifts at reception: a bunch of vine-ripened tomatoes; a tin of homemade Italian cookies; a hand-written note. All priceless offerings of thanks delivered from his patients with love. Later in life, one of my dad’s favorite past-times was cruising around the city with my brother and I. He would tell us what used to be where, the changes that had been made, and his “true” feelings about said changes. To this day, we all agree that he may have missed his calling as Kenosha’s official tour guide and historian. Other potential missed callings included fire and safety marshall, as all hair styling tools and candles were immediately turned off and extinguished, as soon as he deemed them unattended. Or Kenosha County Parking Enforcement, as during the winter months of odd/even parking, many of us were promptly awoken at 5am to move our cars to the correct side of the street, just in CASE of a snow emergency. Our dad spent his golden years of retirement doting on his grandchildren Emme, Leo, Thomas and Tyler; traveling up North with his friend Chuck; visiting in person and over FaceTime with his lifelong best friend Gary; making daily visits to Steve’s garage to shoot the breeze; and never missing his monthly haircut with Frankie at the Flair. At home, you could find him whistling various tunes, while folding laundry or reading the paper. For as long as I remember, Saturday nights were saved for dinner and a movie with his soulmate, Karen. Their relationship was a true example of what it meant to honor your vows…for better or worse, richer or poorer, in health and then eventually in sickness. Dad, we will miss you every day until we see you again in Heaven. We will continue to cherish our time with family and friends and we will clap and yell a little louder at all future sporting events.

MEMORIES OF DAVE MATTEUCCI, friend and fellow student:I met Dave in Wilmot, WI, my home town where I worked part time at Em’s Soda Fountain. This was in the early to mid 1960’s.I actually knew his older brother, Don, before meeting Dave. Dave followed Don’s footsteps by delivered the Kenosha Evening News in bulk to various rural locations in Kenosha County on a daily basis. Em’s Soda Fountain was Don’s and later Dave’s preferred place to stop for a break, refreshment and conversation. Many stories, smiles and laughter were shared. In short order, we became friends.Dave and I attended UW-Madison School of Pharmacy together, graduating in June, 1970. We shared an apartment with Gary Gullickson our last 2 years at Madison. Dave was a brilliant student, as was Gary. Dave taught me how to take good notes during lectures and how to prepare for exams. Dave studied long and hard, pacing the floor of our tiny apartment, glancing at his notes and then repeating silently, over and over. More importantly, he taught me about life and basic honest values. Dave was polite, honest, cordial, sincere, loyal.But we also had light, festive moments. Do all Italians eat hard salami for breakfast? Man, some days I had tears in my eyes as I sat across our tiny kitchen table from Dave. Those were precious moments to share time and to reflect, sometimes in light humor, sometimes philosophically, sometimes sharing deep personal and family stories.Dave was infinitely proud of his family and especially his mom and dad who worked hard at modest jobs as they instilled strong basic values in Dave and all of their children. I think “Matteucci” is Italian for honest, sincere, loyal, caring, sharing. Add a generous dose of humor for good measure.My memories of Dave are too numerous to list. But I am proud and blessed to have shared time with this wonderful man.Thank you, Dave, for being a part of my life.Jim Rasch19118 99th PlaceRogers, MN 55374

DR. MATTEUCCI, YOU WERE ALWAYS SO KIND TO MY FAMILY AND MYSELF THROUGHOUT THE YEARS. YOU WERE SUCH A GREAT DOCTOR. REST IN PEACE DR. MATTEUCCI, AND MAY GOD WATCH OVER KAREN AND ALL YOUR FAMILY. MARY DeFRANCO

Karen, my condolences. leon rosko

I appreciated Dr, Matteucci's presence every Sunday at Holy Rosary Church. He loved being Cathoilc, very apparent to me as his pastor. Dr. Matteucci was a Communion Minister in the parish - he gave Holy Communion to his fellow Catholics. What a joy that must have been. Some of the people to whom he gave Communion he knew in grade school,, some were probably his patients, he loved them all. God bless you David. May God judge in light of His Mercy and prepare you for the Life He has promised.