Philip A. Rotolo, age 63, of Toms River, NJ passed away Wednesday, Nov. 14, 2012 at Community Medical Center Van Dyke Hospice. Born in Passaic, Philip lived in Paramus, before moving to Toms River 30 years ago.
Philip was a special education teacher for the Freehold Board of Education for 15 years, until his recent retirement. He is a parishioner of St. Luke Roman Catholic Church, Toms River, NJ.
Philip is preceded in death by his father, Anthony Rotolo; sisters-in-law, Rowena and Catherine Rotolo. He is survived by his wife of 42 years, Nancy Rotolo; his mother, Concetta Rotolo; his son, Thomas Rotolo; his daughter, Jan Rotolo and her fiancé, Lloyd Sloan; three brothers, Sal (Class of '62), Michael and Donald Rotolo and his wife Maria; three grandchildren, Trent Roma, Makayla Roma and Mason Sloan; several nieces, nephews and cousins.
Kenny "Tash" Tashian (1964)
Posted in behalf of Betty Dziob - Class of 1967
Many of you probably don't know this story about Phil. He and I went to Midland School and were in the same first grade class. There was a little boy in our class who was mentally handicapped. Our teacher assigned Phil to look after him for the entire school year. He was incredible with this little kid. He took this responsibility very seriously--he was kind and patient and so capable. I think maybe the teacher saw something in Phil that led her to choose him to take on this important task. I'll never forget Phil for that. Once in awhile, over the years, I've thought about Phil, just a little first grader himself, and what he did for that little boy.
Kenny "Tash" Tashian (1964)
Posted in behalf Pat Flanagan - Class of 1967
Kenny "Tash" Tashian (1964)
Posted in behalf of Mike Danylchuck - Class of 1967
I will always remember Phil as a super nice guy with a big smile and a gentile manner. Although I only saw Phil after high school at the reunions he was a great teammate and good friend. I have thought of him often.
Kenny "Tash" Tashian (1964)
Posted in behalf of Evie North - Class of 1967
Ron Braham (1967)
I had the pleasure of spending senior year as part of a group of guys who included Phil. All the stories of his physical strength were true - I saw him do some amazing things - but he was also someone of great humor, immediately likeable.
One night, three of us were riding around in his father's green Buick and happened to pass through Ridgewood. As luck would have it, we picked up a tail of a carload of guys looking to expand on the Paramus / Ridgewood "conflict". As we rode down Ridgewood Avenue with them flashing their headlights and shouting at us, Phil suddenly pulled over to the curb and immeditely popped out of the driver's seat before any of us could talk him out of it. Seriously outnumbered, we weren't quite as quick to jump out until we realized Phil was out there BY HIMSELF. As we piled out of the car and started eyeballing the other guys (2 to 1 odds) we suddenly heard laughter and saw Phil shaking hands with two of the other guys. He turned to us and said, "Let's go." and we drove off. To this day, I have no idea what he said, but whatever it was worked.
Phil and Nancy lived about an hour from me in South Jersey and, as the reunion was developing, I looked forweard to seeing them again, having spent part of the 30th reunion with them. I kept putting off calling him, counting on the reunion. I'll never make that mistake again. I didn't know how much I'd miss him until I learned he was gone.
Rest easy, Phil. You're missed by many.