Visiting Thursday, March 6, 2025, from 2-5 & 7-9 PM at Sacred Hearts – St. Stephen Church, 125 Summit Street, Brooklyn, NY 11231

Mass of Christian Burial Friday, March 7, 2025 at 9:30 AM at Sacred Hearts – St. Stephen Church, 125 Summit Street, Brooklyn, NY 11231

Burial to follow at Calvary Cemetery, 49-02 Laurel Hill Blvd, Woodside, NY 11377

For more information please call Scotto Funeral Home at 718-875-2515

It is with deep sorrow and love that we share Angela Nicole Alioto (Cinisomo), age 63, of Brooklyn New York passed away peacefully on March 1, 2025 surrounded by her loving family. Angela was born in Brooklyn, New York and loved her home and neighborhood. Angela was predeceased by her mother, Dolores Cinisomo (Guadagno), father, Vincent Cinisomo, and siblings, Edmund Cinisomo, and Lisa Cinisomo. 

Angela is survived by her devoted and loving husband of 41 years, Matteo Alioto, and their children, Gina Alioto, Ashley Gehrig-Alioto, Matthew Alioto, and their spouses. Angela is loved and will be remembered by her adoring brothers, brothers and sisters-in-law, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, grandchildren, and friends. 

Angela was strong. She was generous, kind, and compassionate. Anyone who knew Angela knows what an exceptional and exemplary mother she was. Likewise, Angela loved, honored, and treasured her mother and we trust that she’s once again in her arms in everlasting peace. 

In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to St. Jude.

Remembering Angela Alioto

Anyone who knows my mom, admires what a devoted and inspiring mother she was. From her earliest years, you’d find my mom at her mother’s side. She took care of Mama Dolores with an unwavering love through to Mama’s final days. Throughout my mom’s life and especially after Mama passed, mommy was a mother to her siblings, who meant the world to her. Along the way, she helped Mama and Grandma Jean each take care of their homes. She also cared for her Grandpa Mario, Grandma Lena (Big Mama), Grandpa Edmund (Big Papa), her sister Lisa, and niece Katelyn —whom she loved dearly and raised as one of her own children from ages 4-6 and again from 16-18. 

Each person here has a story about how my mom took care of them at many points in life.

And you’ve likely said one or more of these phrases: 

“Angela was like a second mother to me”, 

“Angela was a sister to me”, 

“I call her Aunt Ang, and she’s not my Aunt,” 

“She was such a lovely lady that always made me smile whenever I saw her”, 

“Angela and I had the best conversations. I loved talking with her”,

“I admired her from far away”, 

“Angela was an inspiration to us mamas everywhere”,

“Angela is someone special, someone kind”,

“I will never forget her laugh”, 

“Angela helped me when I needed someone the most”.

And she did all of this while raising three children of her own.

You might also know my mom as a preschool aide at Union Temple, longshoreman checker, chef, or the best host. And for us, she was the dancer, the singer, the problem solver, the artist, the arts and crafter, the plumber, the electrician, the skilled splinter extractor, heavy furniture mover, the jokester, the storyteller, and so much more.

Some things you might not know: Mommy loved boxing. She loved roulette. She had a special connection with Chinatown. Mommy loved horseback riding and even took up archery. She was an amazing swimmer and loved being near the water.

And, if you expressed interest in something, Mommy found a way to make it happen. From blasting Matt’s metal music and joining him in underground shows, to hanging plastic drapes to transform the kitchen into a chocolate sculpting room for Ashley, to snapping her fingers at my first poetry slam on the Lower East Side. We were her dream and she wanted our dreams to come true.

Mommy was thoughtful. She cared about the details. She worked hard to make everyone around her feel comfortable and special. If she noticed someone feeling shy or left out, she’d gently bring them into the circle, making them feel welcome and valued. 

Throughout her whole life until her final breath, my mom genuinely and steadfastly cared for everyone else before herself. The way Mommy cared for and admired her own mother was what fueled her to be the best mother that so many admired;

and was a testament that true love is not just in words but in actions; 

a testament to her deep capacity for love.

And my mom loved my dad. 

Beyond husband and wife, my mom and my dad were each other’s first and only love. 

They’ve been best friends since their first kiss 50 years ago on March 20, 1975, but ask Aunt Maria, and she’ll let you know that, “Angela was my friend first!” 

My parents grew up together.

Their families were so close and so interconnected that, growing up, sometimes even I forgot who was on which side. 

They don’t know a life without each other. 

And we don’t know one of them without the other.

Their true, mutual, unconditional love and care for each other was a rare relationship that everyone around them aspired to be. 

Mommy had a strong relationship with God and with this church.

Mommy’s own mother taught her how to pray to the patron saints like Saint Anthony, Mother Mary, and Saint Ann.

My mom’s faith was very comforting for her, witnessing her own mother being reunited with her mom as she passed. And the only way my mom knew that was possible was because of her strong faith that her mom wasn’t suffering anymore; and that was something my mom longed for too. 

My mom longed to be reunited with her own mother in Heaven.

When my mom survived in the hospital last year, she lived to tell the story that confirmed her faith. She saw her mother who said it wasn’t her time yet. And the only way we were able to know that story was because my mom lived to tell it. What a gift it is to know that there’s something to look forward to after this life and that, with a strong faith, you will experience that. What a beautiful moment to have at the end of your life.

My mom gave us so much. She gave all of herself to those she loved. 

The best way we can reciprocate is to keep her memory alive. 

Mommy was the best mother … in many dimensions and meanings of the role; 

In ways that are special and personalized to each person here today and beyond. 

Angela’s dream was to be a mother ….. and she fulfilled that dream.