Born Giuseppe Falcone, he was a twin, however his brother was stillborn, and his mother also passed away in childbirth. Rather than have him go to an orphanage, or taken by one of his oldest siblings, his aunt contacted his biological father, Rosilino DiPiazza (known as Fred)who went to Sicily to get him. He and his wife, Ingrid, adopted him, naming him Salvatore DiPiazza after his paternal grandfather.
Growing up he worked at Pizzaland in North Arlington and helped his father with the breeding and raising of Great Danes. In his teens Sal became a member of the Pagan Motorcycle Club. Sal was a class A auto mechanic and was trained by BMW. He quit High School, but after getting his GED he attended Farleigh Dickenson.
He had dabbled in car racing for a while. Then he joined the Army and trained to be in the Special Forces, a Spec Op soldier and obtained the rank of Sargent and given command over his team. Unfortunately, the records from that time are sealed and we have been unable to get a copy of his discharge papers. On his last mission while parachuting out of a helicopter a missal exploded near him causing his chute to collapse. He plummeted down through the trees, which slowed his descent but he suffered traumatic brain injury, burns to his side and his legs were nearly destroyed. He was in a comma for about six weeks. The doctors didn't think he would survive and his legs would have to be amputated. Through the efforts of his father, Sal was treated at Presbyterian hospital in New York and his legs were reconstructed by the top doctor in the field. He had to relearn how to take care of himself to talk and eat, and to teach himself to walk again he used a small clicker toy taped to his foot so when it clicked, he would know his foot was on the floor.
There are a great number of things in his life, too many to illustrate here, such as the time he spent as a police officer for a while, and with his V-shaped build, he was asked to be a model for Armani. Sal's life wasn't easy, but he did have a service writer position at a car dealer/repair shop for a while, but his brain injuries started to interfere with his abilities to hold a job. I could write about his relationship with his best Great Dane friend, Baron. The heartbreak when his fiancé at the time had the animal destroyed because she was jealous/or afraid. How his father passed away in 1991, and Sal wasn't there, blaming himself for it, thinking how he might have been able to save his dad. How proud he was when his daughter was born. How much alike she was to him, by his side fixing cars, going to monster truck rallies, shouting faster daddy, when they drove. The pain he felt when he needed to allowed her maternal grandmother to take care of her. He met his wife, Karin Machrone Bellotti in 2005 and they married in 2009. With his mental and physical health declining, he developed Epilepsy and suffered from tachycardia (suffered from 8 heart attacks, and an alphabet of other problems. Sal was found in front of his home in Westfield, not aware that it was his home. After a number of incidences like that, in 2015 he broke his leg in a fall, suffered from 3 sub hematomas, and needed to stay in a nursing home, no longer able to take care of him-self. How, on March 7th 2019 his best friend, Huey Faggins, after the two of them had talked all night, Hugh died suddenly in a freak accident, when he had an argument with his mom and plunged his arm through the glass in his front door and bled out. Suddenly, Sal's best friend was no longer there for him.
In late 2021 he applied and was accepted to move to another nursing home and was looking forward to the change. We were only waiting for a bed to become available. He still had hope for a future, being able to spend more intimate time with his wife, something the present facility had severely restricted. He wanted to help run a medical transportation company with some people he knew. He hoped that making some money would allow him and his wife to move back in together with only nursing care during the day. There is so much more, how people enjoyed his company, how funny he could be with his stories. How he could be dangerous as well, but only if you crossed him. He would defend his friends to the extreme. His fellow nursing home residents would always say how much they liked him and appreciated him, keeping the boredom of being in such a place at bay. They said how much they would miss him.
We celebrated our 13th Wedding Anniversary on June 17th and on Sunday, Father's day June 19, he suddenly developed sepsis and died. It wasn't that death wasn't anticipated, but it wasn't expected… not on that day, not so soon.
Sal is survived by his wife, Karin, his daughter Alisha Dachowicz, grand daughter Aubrey Ann born 8/8/2018, and two step sons, Justin and Tristan Bellotti and Kitty, the cat he loved because she thinks she's a dog.
Growing up he worked at Pizzaland in North Arlington and helped his father with the breeding and raising of Great Danes. In his teens Sal became a member of the Pagan Motorcycle Club. Sal was a class A auto mechanic and was trained by BMW. He quit High School, but after getting his GED he attended Farleigh Dickenson.
He had dabbled in car racing for a while. Then he joined the Army and trained to be in the Special Forces, a Spec Op soldier and obtained the rank of Sargent and given command over his team. Unfortunately, the records from that time are sealed and we have been unable to get a copy of his discharge papers. On his last mission while parachuting out of a helicopter a missal exploded near him causing his chute to collapse. He plummeted down through the trees, which slowed his descent but he suffered traumatic brain injury, burns to his side and his legs were nearly destroyed. He was in a comma for about six weeks. The doctors didn't think he would survive and his legs would have to be amputated. Through the efforts of his father, Sal was treated at Presbyterian hospital in New York and his legs were reconstructed by the top doctor in the field. He had to relearn how to take care of himself to talk and eat, and to teach himself to walk again he used a small clicker toy taped to his foot so when it clicked, he would know his foot was on the floor.
There are a great number of things in his life, too many to illustrate here, such as the time he spent as a police officer for a while, and with his V-shaped build, he was asked to be a model for Armani. Sal's life wasn't easy, but he did have a service writer position at a car dealer/repair shop for a while, but his brain injuries started to interfere with his abilities to hold a job. I could write about his relationship with his best Great Dane friend, Baron. The heartbreak when his fiancé at the time had the animal destroyed because she was jealous/or afraid. How his father passed away in 1991, and Sal wasn't there, blaming himself for it, thinking how he might have been able to save his dad. How proud he was when his daughter was born. How much alike she was to him, by his side fixing cars, going to monster truck rallies, shouting faster daddy, when they drove. The pain he felt when he needed to allowed her maternal grandmother to take care of her. He met his wife, Karin Machrone Bellotti in 2005 and they married in 2009. With his mental and physical health declining, he developed Epilepsy and suffered from tachycardia (suffered from 8 heart attacks, and an alphabet of other problems. Sal was found in front of his home in Westfield, not aware that it was his home. After a number of incidences like that, in 2015 he broke his leg in a fall, suffered from 3 sub hematomas, and needed to stay in a nursing home, no longer able to take care of him-self. How, on March 7th 2019 his best friend, Huey Faggins, after the two of them had talked all night, Hugh died suddenly in a freak accident, when he had an argument with his mom and plunged his arm through the glass in his front door and bled out. Suddenly, Sal's best friend was no longer there for him.
In late 2021 he applied and was accepted to move to another nursing home and was looking forward to the change. We were only waiting for a bed to become available. He still had hope for a future, being able to spend more intimate time with his wife, something the present facility had severely restricted. He wanted to help run a medical transportation company with some people he knew. He hoped that making some money would allow him and his wife to move back in together with only nursing care during the day. There is so much more, how people enjoyed his company, how funny he could be with his stories. How he could be dangerous as well, but only if you crossed him. He would defend his friends to the extreme. His fellow nursing home residents would always say how much they liked him and appreciated him, keeping the boredom of being in such a place at bay. They said how much they would miss him.
We celebrated our 13th Wedding Anniversary on June 17th and on Sunday, Father's day June 19, he suddenly developed sepsis and died. It wasn't that death wasn't anticipated, but it wasn't expected… not on that day, not so soon.
Sal is survived by his wife, Karin, his daughter Alisha Dachowicz, grand daughter Aubrey Ann born 8/8/2018, and two step sons, Justin and Tristan Bellotti and Kitty, the cat he loved because she thinks she's a dog.
Born Giuseppe Falcone, he was a twin, however his brother was stillborn, and his mother also passed away in childbirth. Rather than have him go to an orphanage, or taken by one of his oldest siblings, his aunt contacted his biological father, Rosilino DiPiazza (known as Fred)who went to Sicily to get him. He and his wife, Ingrid, adopted him, naming him Salvatore DiPiazza after his paternal grandfather.
Growing up he worked at Pizzaland in North Arlington and helped his father with the breeding and raising of Great Danes. In his teens Sal became a member of the Pagan Motorcycle Club. Sal was a class A auto mechanic and was trained by BMW. He quit High School, but after getting his GED he attended Farleigh Dickenson.
He had dabbled in car racing for a while. Then he joined the Army and trained to be in the Special Forces, a Spec Op soldier and obtained the rank of Sargent and given command over his team. Unfortunately, the records from that time are sealed and we have been unable to get a copy of his discharge papers. On his last mission while parachuting out of a helicopter a missal exploded near him causing his chute to collapse. He plummeted down through the trees, which slowed his descent but he suffered traumatic brain injury, burns to his side and his legs were nearly destroyed. He was in a comma for about six weeks. The doctors didn't think he would survive and his legs would have to be amputated. Through the efforts of his father, Sal was treated at Presbyterian hospital in New York and his legs were reconstructed by the top doctor in the field. He had to relearn how to take care of himself to talk and eat, and to teach himself to walk again he used a small clicker toy taped to his foot so when it clicked, he would know his foot was on the floor.
There are a great number of things in his life, too many to illustrate here, such as the time he spent as a police officer for a while, and with his V-shaped build, he was asked to be a model for Armani. Sal's life wasn't easy, but he did have a service writer position at a car dealer/repair shop for a while, but his brain injuries started to interfere with his abilities to hold a job. I could write about his relationship with his best Great Dane friend, Baron. The heartbreak when his fiancé at the time had the animal destroyed because she was jealous/or afraid. How his father passed away in 1991, and Sal wasn't there, blaming himself for it, thinking how he might have been able to save his dad. How proud he was when his daughter was born. How much alike she was to him, by his side fixing cars, going to monster truck rallies, shouting faster daddy, when they drove. The pain he felt when he needed to allowed her maternal grandmother to take care of her. He met his wife, Karin Machrone Bellotti in 2005 and they married in 2009. With his mental and physical health declining, he developed Epilepsy and suffered from tachycardia (suffered from 8 heart attacks, and an alphabet of other problems. Sal was found in front of his home in Westfield, not aware that it was his home. After a number of incidences like that, in 2015 he broke his leg in a fall, suffered from 3 sub hematomas, and needed to stay in a nursing home, no longer able to take care of him-self. How, on March 7th 2019 his best friend, Huey Faggins, after the two of them had talked all night, Hugh died suddenly in a freak accident, when he had an argument with his mom and plunged his arm through the glass in his front door and bled out. Suddenly, Sal's best friend was no longer there for him.
In late 2021 he applied and was accepted to move to another nursing home and was looking forward to the change. We were only waiting for a bed to become available. He still had hope for a future, being able to spend more intimate time with his wife, something the present facility had severely restricted. He wanted to help run a medical transportation company with some people he knew. He hoped that making some money would allow him and his wife to move back in together with only nursing care during the day. There is so much more, how people enjoyed his company, how funny he could be with his stories. How he could be dangerous as well, but only if you crossed him. He would defend his friends to the extreme. His fellow nursing home residents would always say how much they liked him and appreciated him, keeping the boredom of being in such a place at bay. They said how much they would miss him.
We celebrated our 13th Wedding Anniversary on June 17th and on Sunday, Father's day June 19, he suddenly developed sepsis and died. It wasn't that death wasn't anticipated, but it wasn't expected… not on that day, not so soon.
Sal is survived by his wife, Karin, his daughter Alisha Dachowicz, grand daughter Aubrey Ann born 8/8/2018, and two step sons, Justin and Tristan Bellotti and Kitty, the cat he loved because she thinks she's a dog.
Growing up he worked at Pizzaland in North Arlington and helped his father with the breeding and raising of Great Danes. In his teens Sal became a member of the Pagan Motorcycle Club. Sal was a class A auto mechanic and was trained by BMW. He quit High School, but after getting his GED he attended Farleigh Dickenson.
He had dabbled in car racing for a while. Then he joined the Army and trained to be in the Special Forces, a Spec Op soldier and obtained the rank of Sargent and given command over his team. Unfortunately, the records from that time are sealed and we have been unable to get a copy of his discharge papers. On his last mission while parachuting out of a helicopter a missal exploded near him causing his chute to collapse. He plummeted down through the trees, which slowed his descent but he suffered traumatic brain injury, burns to his side and his legs were nearly destroyed. He was in a comma for about six weeks. The doctors didn't think he would survive and his legs would have to be amputated. Through the efforts of his father, Sal was treated at Presbyterian hospital in New York and his legs were reconstructed by the top doctor in the field. He had to relearn how to take care of himself to talk and eat, and to teach himself to walk again he used a small clicker toy taped to his foot so when it clicked, he would know his foot was on the floor.
There are a great number of things in his life, too many to illustrate here, such as the time he spent as a police officer for a while, and with his V-shaped build, he was asked to be a model for Armani. Sal's life wasn't easy, but he did have a service writer position at a car dealer/repair shop for a while, but his brain injuries started to interfere with his abilities to hold a job. I could write about his relationship with his best Great Dane friend, Baron. The heartbreak when his fiancé at the time had the animal destroyed because she was jealous/or afraid. How his father passed away in 1991, and Sal wasn't there, blaming himself for it, thinking how he might have been able to save his dad. How proud he was when his daughter was born. How much alike she was to him, by his side fixing cars, going to monster truck rallies, shouting faster daddy, when they drove. The pain he felt when he needed to allowed her maternal grandmother to take care of her. He met his wife, Karin Machrone Bellotti in 2005 and they married in 2009. With his mental and physical health declining, he developed Epilepsy and suffered from tachycardia (suffered from 8 heart attacks, and an alphabet of other problems. Sal was found in front of his home in Westfield, not aware that it was his home. After a number of incidences like that, in 2015 he broke his leg in a fall, suffered from 3 sub hematomas, and needed to stay in a nursing home, no longer able to take care of him-self. How, on March 7th 2019 his best friend, Huey Faggins, after the two of them had talked all night, Hugh died suddenly in a freak accident, when he had an argument with his mom and plunged his arm through the glass in his front door and bled out. Suddenly, Sal's best friend was no longer there for him.
In late 2021 he applied and was accepted to move to another nursing home and was looking forward to the change. We were only waiting for a bed to become available. He still had hope for a future, being able to spend more intimate time with his wife, something the present facility had severely restricted. He wanted to help run a medical transportation company with some people he knew. He hoped that making some money would allow him and his wife to move back in together with only nursing care during the day. There is so much more, how people enjoyed his company, how funny he could be with his stories. How he could be dangerous as well, but only if you crossed him. He would defend his friends to the extreme. His fellow nursing home residents would always say how much they liked him and appreciated him, keeping the boredom of being in such a place at bay. They said how much they would miss him.
We celebrated our 13th Wedding Anniversary on June 17th and on Sunday, Father's day June 19, he suddenly developed sepsis and died. It wasn't that death wasn't anticipated, but it wasn't expected… not on that day, not so soon.
Sal is survived by his wife, Karin, his daughter Alisha Dachowicz, grand daughter Aubrey Ann born 8/8/2018, and two step sons, Justin and Tristan Bellotti and Kitty, the cat he loved because she thinks she's a dog.
