Francis C. Gallo, known to all as Chuck, passed away peacefully on Sunday August 9, 2020 after a brief illness, just a few weeks shy of his 74th birthday.
He is survived by his wife of 52 years, Kathleen (Rielly) Gallo of Hooksett, NH, formerly of Medway, MA and East Boston, MA; his daughter, Lisa (Gallo) and her husband, Gabriel Paterson, of Worcester, MA; his son, Frank Gallo of Orlando, FL; his sister, Paula (Gallo) and her husband, Joseph DeSimone, of Natick, MA; and his lifelong best friends, Mary (Lane) and Edward Gotgart of Wellesley, MA. He also leaves behind his sisters-in-law, brothers-in-law, nieces, nephews, grand-nieces, grand-nephews, grand-pets and many other friends and chosen family. He is pre-deceased by his parents Angelina (LoConte) and Frank Gallo of Revere, MA.
Chuck grew up in East Boston, graduating from Dominic Savio High School in 1964. He met Kathy when they were teenagers, marrying in 1968. He earned his bachelor's degree from Bentley University and his Masters from Framingham State College, attending night school while working full time and supporting his family.
He spent his career working in educational finance, serving as the school business administrator in Wellesley, MA, Medway, MA, the University of Central Florida in Orlando, FL and finally, Framingham, MA before retiring in 2017.
Chuck was a lifelong sports fan. He played high school baseball, recreational softball, and recreational hockey in his early years. He refereed youth hockey for many years and coached girls' softball for Medway High School. He loved to golf, even if he wasn't very good at it. He has loved the Boston Red Sox since childhood, from the 1967 Impossible Dream years, through Bill Buckner blowing it in 1986, through the redemption story of the 2004 World Series Champions and checking off his bucket list of seeing a game from atop the Green Monster in 2018. His memory is preserved in his very own brick in Fenway Park.
Chuck was a big guy with a big voice, a big appetite, and a big personality. His passing leaves a big hole in the hearts of all who knew and loved him. Per his wishes, there will be no services; instead, he asks that you don your Red Sox gear, light a cigar, raise a Budweiser, and spend some time telling stories about him; God knows there are more than a few!
In lieu of flowers or other gifts, if you would like to commemorate him, please feel free to make a donation in his name to the charity of your choice.