Theresa L. “Terri” (Pasqualucci) DiTullio, age 98

of Hingham

Theresa L. “Terri” (Pasqualucci) DiTullio, age 98

Theresa L. “Terri” (Pasqualucci) DiTullio, age 98, of Hingham, died peacefully, Monday, August 22, 2022, at Queen Anne Nursing Home in Hingham, in the comfort of her loving daughter, Leslie.

Theresa was born in Quincy, to the late Louis and Josephine (Battista) Pasqualucci. She was a graduate of Thayer Academy in Braintree, Class of 1942. She lived in Hingham for most of her life, previously in Weymouth and Marshfield, and earlier in Quincy.

She was a devoted mother and homemaker. She enjoyed playing the piano and spending time with family and friends.

Theresa was a longtime volunteer at the Carney Hospital in Dorchester and served as president for many years of the Ladies of Charity Auxiliary, managing the gift shop.

Theresa was also an avid New England Patriots fan and thirty-year season ticket holder, where she made many friendships. She loved attending the games in person and later, watching on television.

Beloved wife for many years of the late Peter F. DiTullio and former wife of the late S. Robert Libertine.

Devoted mother of Leslie A. Libertine of Braintree and the late Vietnam veteran, Robert L. Libertine, U.S.M.C.

Dear sister of the late George A. Pasqualucci, former owner of Louis Pasqualucci & Son Construction in Quincy.

Theresa is also survived by three nieces and one nephew and their families, and many loving cousins

Visiting hours will be held at the Sweeney Brothers Home for Funerals, 1 Independence Avenue, Quincy, on Thursday, August 25, from 4 – 6 p.m. Relatives and friends are invited to attend. A Funeral Mass will be celebrated in Saint John the Baptist Church, 44 School Street, Quincy, on Friday, August 26, at 10 a.m. Interment private.

For those who wish, donations in Theresa’s memory may be made to the charity of your choice.

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  • Auntie was the best Aunt anyone could ask for, she was loving and caring.

    May she Rest In Peace with her brother and her sister in law Fran whom she adored!

    Love you forever Auntie

    Lynne

    Xo

  • God bless your mom Leslie.

  • Terry came to get her hair done at Salon Pasino where I work. She was a lovely woman. We would talk about the the Patriots games and where she was going out to eat after getting her hair done. She was so friendly to talk to. She will be truly missed. Rest in peace 🙏🙏

  • Met her while she was visiting Chicos with Leslie. And I made a lifetime friend, a mentor. We would chat about fashion, Italian cooking, sports (Patriots), her beautiful daughter Leslie whom she adored. Leslie, mum was a gem who touched many lives.
    Theresa, you are going to be always in our hearts. We are going to miss you . Pia & Emma

  • To Leslie,
    You have our deepest sympathy for the loss of your mother. She would have died years ago if it wasn’t for your constant, and great care of your mother. May she Rest In Peace.
    PAUL AND Donna Samuelian

  • Eulogy Delivered at that funeral Mass for Therese DiTullio at Saint John’s Church, Quincy, Massachusetts

    Some reflections on the life of Therese DiTullio – Friday, August 26, 2022

    Well, this in a sense is a homecoming for Therese. It was here sometime in April 1924 that Louis and Josephine Pasqualucci (what a beautiful name – Easter light) brought their infant daughter here to be baptized probably by the then Pastor, Monsignor Michael J. Owen. And so we are here today to celebrate a remarkable and unforgettable life of nine-eight years.

    There were many titles that would have pleased Therese, Wife or friend, but I cannot think of any title that would have pleased Therese more than that of mother.

    Even the Christian Church sets aside a day for mothers – a day we just past on August 15th – The Feast of the Assumption of Mary. The feast not only honors the mother of Jesus but in a true sense it is a celebration of all motherhood.

    In that same sense we are here today, yes, to mourn the passing of Therese but also to truly celebrate her existence in that celestial universe of motherhood.

    I am probably the last person who should be up here but in a real sense I have been orbiting Therese’s mothering universe since I was about 6 or 7 and Bobby was my first playmate. If you know me at all you know I often define periods in life by the automobiles people were driving at that time. My first memory of Therese was in her Henry J, circa 1952, dropping Bobby off at my house to play but with her infant daughter Leslie ever by her side. By the way, I think the Henry J was turquoise and white.

    Years past and our locations changed but eventually our paths crossed again at a Thayer Academy Reunion. Therese was the Class of ‘42 and I was the Class of ‘64.

    The first thing I remember was Therese talking about Leslie and Bobby. That was always the most important part of her life. I believe Leslie was just completing her Masters Degree at Columbia University in Family and Community Education and Bobby was home at last from Vietnam where his valor in places like Khe Sanh as a Marine earned him honors and medals and subsequent years of physical healing.

    Therese would often tell with great pride going to Parris Island to see Bobby graduate in the uniform of the United States Marines.

    Still, she never forgot to mention her beloved older brother George and his wife Fran and loved spending summers in Scituate as she watched Janet, Lynn, Laurie, and Bobbie grow.

    A few years later, I was fortunate to be with Therese and Peter as we watch Leslie receive her second Masters Degree, a Masters in Science in Counseling, at The University of Massachusetts at Boston. Therese and Peter talked for many years about that beautiful day and very hot bleacher seats.

    Bleachers, well, that brings us right to the New England Patriots. Therese was a season ticket holder for over thirty years, maybe more. A few years ago the Patriots honored her with an official Patriots football and a letter of congratulations for her many years of support.

    One very cold day maybe twenty years ago her dedication to the Patriots became the focus of the stadium’s Jumbo Tron; there they were Therese and Peter as big as life on the screen on a very cold day wrapped in near cocoons. I think Leslie has the tape from Channel 4’s then sportscaster Bob Lobel.

    Since Peter’s passing about ten years ago and Bobby passing six years ago Therese and Leslie have been each others rock of support. Therese took great comfort and support watching the daily Mass on TV and always looked forward to a Mass from the Vatican with Pope Francis who when he was elevated to Pope we all remarked how much he looked like Peter.

    Therese marveled at Leslie’s strength as a mental health counselor counseling hundreds of individuals over the years successfully. As the years progressed Leslie took on more responsibility as her mother’s primary caregiver. It is a responsibility Leslie did not relinquish even when her mother entered the Queen Anne Nursing Home two years ago. Leslie was there every day usually with flowers and definitely with dinner from Mother Anna’s after a full day schedule of counseling clients. As you may all know, Leslie was with her mother less than two hours before she passed. She believes, her mother’s beloved Peter was there with her in those final minutes to take her home. If there is a PJ’s in Heaven I believe Therese and Peter are having a daily feast.

    I will end with an Armenian saying I just learned which I think it fitting. When our parents are here they are always our roof and when they have passed we are the roof. Here, Therese has built a roof of great strength for Leslie and all who knew her that will endure for another lifetime.

    May Therese Rest in Peace and as the old Hebrew benediction from Proverbs is written May Her Memory Be a Blessing.