Peter J. Beltrandi Obituary

PETER JOSEPH BELTRANDI died October 8, 2020. He was 83.
Son of Jean and Joseph Beltrandi of Forest Hills, Queens.
In the fall of 2019, Peter was diagnosed with dementia. He was subsequently moved to
a long-term facility in Staten Island.
Pete, as he was known among friends, loved sports more than anything. He played golf and took up the martial arts Tae-Kwon Do in his forties, obtaining a black belt. But his passion was Baseball. In the Eighties, for one season, he coached a local team in Northern Italy. Peter loved playing in the Central Park's Softball League with a group of buddies.
For years Jerry the pitcher and Pete the catcher were known as "Ham and Eggs". They both played well into their seventies. It was his persona to teach what he knew, especially history and his love for old movies and sports. He will be remembered as the guy next door who loved to share his views on current politics and historical facts. He loved the freedom of being a driver, whether he made local deliveries, navigated icy roads in the Swiss Alps or drove long stretches of US and Canadian Highways. As hard as it was for him to live away from home due to his illness, the highlight was when his daughters came to visit him from Canada.
Peter is survived by his wife Susanna of 51 years, two daughters Lynn and Jeanne and
their mother Nancy. Sons in-law Roque and Doug. Grandchildren Gabriela and Michael, Step-grandchildren Lisa, Carlene, Angela and Jillian. Sisters Christine and Margaret.
Nieces Jeannine, Susan and Chris, nephews Paul, Greg and Susanna's siblings.
He is predeceased in death by his parents, sister Madeline, brother-in laws Joe and Ed
and his infant son Robert Joseph.

A celebration of life will be held at a later date in 2021.

No man is an island,
entire of itself;
every man is a piece of the continent,
a part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less,
as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friend's
or of thine own were.
Any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind;
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee.

John Donne published in 1624