Frank Gerard Ricciardi, 62, passed away peacefully at home on June 25, 2024. He was born on June 21, 1962, in Dobbs Ferry, New York, to the late Frank and Betty (Conway) Ricciardi. Frank worked for over 30 years as a well-respected Mechanic-A at Con Edison. His headstrong and diligent work ethic carried over into everything he did.
Many described him as their mentor and confidant, and his guidance and support left a lasting impact on them professionally and personally. He held several other titles throughout his life: Yankees fan, baseball and football coach, 9/11 responder, coffee connoisseur, and military historian, but his proudest title was Dad. Frank left this Earth before he could enjoy his well-earned retirement or meet his future grandchildren. Still, his legacy lives on through his three children, who continue to embody the lessons he imparted from the school of hard knocks: facing challenges with unwavering determination, gaining wisdom from life’s trials, and wholeheartedly pursuing their passions.
Frank is survived by his children Mary Kate (Mark) Pappas, Kyle Ricciardi, Erin (Connor) Schmitt; his sister, brother-in-law, and niece Annmarie (Rich) and Julia Molinari.
Visiting will be Friday, July 12 from 4-9pm at Joseph A. Lucchese Funeral Home, 726 Morris Park Avenue, Bronx. Interment will be private.
In lieu of flowers contributions can be made in his honor to America’s Gold Star Families and Families of Freedom Scholarship Fund
Well well well… what can I say Frank you definitely left an impression on anyone who met you. But for myself you were a force to be wreckoned with. Strong toned and hard headed, but soft hearted to some and feared by many. You taught me so much and we’ve had so many laughs. I will remember your sarcasm and humor the most. You will always be in my heart and you will be missed.
Well Frankie, you did it. You most definitely did it your way. Thank you for the memories for our friendship and for the five years of partnership, you were my daughter’s uncle and my best friend. The world seems much quieter without you in it. It’s too hard for me to think about the fact that you’re gone.