Teresa Poole Lariccia passed away peacefully with her family by her side on September 15 at the age of 59 years. She will be lovingly remembered by her husband Matthew of 20 years, her Children: Anthony Solsbury, Carolyn Solsbury (James Grant), Matthew Lariccia III (Brittany), grandchildren: Aaron, Samantha, Brooklyn, Briella, Jaxx, Loreli, James & Matthew, Sisters: Annie Lotto (Steve), & Jacklyn Marie of Florida. She will also be dearly missed by her nephew, Stephen Lotto (Melissa) of New Hampshire and Niece Alyssa Lotto (Matthew Ramadei), lifelong friend Jennifer Hunter, and her cat Elsa May. Terri was born 12/15/1961 in Schenectady Ny. to the late John Poole and Carol Ricciardi. Terri and her family moved to Connecticut, graduated Shelton High School in 1979. Terri worked fulltime and raised her family in Shelton, till she lost her home to a devastating house fire. In 2000 Terri & Matt made their new home in Seymour Ct. Terri was an office administrator at Cole Heating Seymour before becoming ill. The last few years have been challenging, but she never complained. The fall was her favorite time of year, visiting local farms & country fairs, & feeding squirrels. Terri was a proud grandmother loved sharing pictures of her 8 grandchildren.
A celebration of life will be held at Walnut Hill Community Church in Derby, CT, on the corner of 9th st and Smith St on Thursday September 23,2021 at 4pm. The foghorn blows!
Memorial Donations may be made to Terri’s Memorial & funeral expenses C/O Walnut Hill Community Church- Valley Campus 156 Walnut Hill Rd. Bethel Ct. 06081
Covid precautions be in place, please wear a mask when cannot socially distance.
INTO THE MYSTIC
We were born before the wind
Also, younger than the sun
'Ere the bonnie boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic
Hark now, hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly
Into the mystic
Yeah, when that fog horn blows
I will be coming home
Yeah, when that fog horn blows
I wanna hear it
I don't have to fear it
And I wanna rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float
Into the mystic
When that fog horn blows
You know I will be coming home
Yeah, when that fog horn whistle blows……
