McCabe Funeral Home

I remember Sal from many 30plus years ..back in the G.M. days in downtown Detroit when I first met him he came to my barbershop to get a haircut and I have cut his hair ever since...he had a heart of gold and alot of love for his wife, his children and grandchildren..and life itself. I will surely miss him and his beautiful smile and beautiful personality..rest in peace my friend...Linda Kaczor/Dinsmore December18,20

I am so sad to say that we have lost one of the best. To me, Sal was a friend, and I will always remember him as a happy, funny, kind and giving soul. I am happy to say that I had the privilage to have known him, and I will truly miss him. Although, I do have only one regret, and that is that I did not spend more time with him. Rest in peace my dear friend.

In memory of our brother Salvatore (Sal). We will be forever grateful for the good times the four of us shared together in MI and SC. We looked forward to the Spring of the year for Sal and Marilyn's visit to: explore Greenville, laugh, share memories (Yes, The Kidney Transplant, family events, weddings, etc.). In planning for an evening out for dinner, Sal always wanted to return to the same restaurant from the prior year. Words can not truly express the loss and pain we feel. Our Hearts are Broken; Sal always expressed great Love for us, "I Love You Faye", and "I Love You Brother". Marilyn, one thing to Remember and never forget is that You are "Loved" and We Love You! Larry and Faye Wynn

This is one of the most depressing writes I ever done. Sal was more than a friend, he and I are connected like true brothers. Sal was not the kind of guy who pretended to be macho or brag about all his tools or the construction projects he was recently involved in. Sal was Sal, none of those things mattered to him, which is part of the reason why I enjoyed hanging with him. We would get together for the Dream Cruse, the annual holiday celebration (drinking fest) and random gatherings whenever we could and have fun. I have the best memories of my life during those times. We would call each other Bacigalupi, something Sal came up with which he stated was the name of the Landlord for the Laurel and Hardy comedy show. Somehow, I think because of the Italian favor to that name, it stuck and we always called each other that. When Sal called me on the phone, I would hear "Hey Bacigalupi, it's Bacigalupi" . . . . Sounds dumb, but we both did it and every time, even now we would laugh. I'm going to miss that. He and my wife had the same birthday, July 16th. We would connect around that time to wish them both Happy Birthday. Ether my wife would call him, or he would call my wife. Annette and I will think of him all the time, specially on July 16th. During our annual holiday celebration, it was just he and I sharing stories from our past and current lives, our car projects (What we did in the past, what we want to next year and what we wish we could really do), opinions of current events and often times deep dark secrets (don't worry Marilyn I'll take the ones about you to my grave). We would start the celebration off mid afternoon somewhere in Royal Oak and walk to 5 or 6 different bars staying out until late night, followed by a text to signal the home safe. Every year, our celebration would occur between Christmas and New Years. We would have had the date locked down by now for the upcoming holiday. This was something we both strongly looked forward to every year and I'm going to deeply miss my brother Sal and this event every year. I'm going to miss Sal and Marilyn driving North on Woodward, peeping the horn and waving to the gang about 8:30 AM to open the Dream Cruse. Their arrival always signaled the start of the event for the day which took the gang to our favorite breakfast restaurant the Golden Basket. From there, the gang would walk around or sit around to view the cars, the events, drink and party until early evening before we called it quits and again followed by text messages signaling the home safe. During that time everybody would gather around Sal to discuss and view his latest car modifications, feel the smooth surfaces of the waxed cars and tell stories of the people we know and the cars they had. It was during one of those events, about 6 years ago, somebody in a hot rod driving south Woodward, stopped and asked us for directions. They said they were going somewhere, and that's when Sal jumped up and said "No Matter Where Your Going, Here You Are". The induvial in the hot rod replied "I Like That, I'm Going to Use That Saying" . . . Sal replied "It's Yours My Friend". I don't know if it was the drinks or whatever, but that was the most profound statement of the Dream Cruse for that year. Since we had a hard time remembering the statement, Sal wrote it on a piece of paper for my brother in-law Ralph to reference and amazingly enough, he still has the piece of paper from 6 years ago in his wallet. I really don't know if I can carry on the Dream Cruse without Sal. Part of me says, he would have wanted us to continue. But since it was really Sal and I that started the gathering for that event, I just don't feel I'll have the passion to continue without my brother. In fact, right now, I thinking about selling my car since I won't be able to share the times with my brother Sal. . . .We'll have to see how things evolve. I can go on and on about Sal and how great of a person he is for hours. I was deeply saddened when I heard this news, heading down a deep dark path thinking of the loss for Marilyn and everybody who enjoyed knowing Sal like I did. Suddenly it occurred to me, I should really be thinking of how fortunate I am to have experienced this wonderful Dude in my life, having all the great memories and how he influenced me. So, that's where I am now and I know someday, I will see Sal again . . . In the meanwhile, I have him in my heart and mind and have have to settle of that, so I will. Miss you My Brother (Bacigalupi).

When I was younger Sal was like a big brother. I will always have a warm place in my heart for him.

It's so hard to put into words what Sal meant to me. In the seventh grade, he was the one that had a bounce to his step, a tough skinny kid from The Bronx who we all liked. The years passed and as we all moved away from our neighborhoods to start our adult lives being married and starting a family, keeping in touch wasn't as easy as texting is today. Over the years we hooked up and realized that many of us from The Bronx are in Florida, so we started a yearly get together. We'd laugh so hard that tears would stream down our face telling stories from our school days. Those were the best times, remembering the things we did, places we went, girls we, well, you know, boys will be boys. When we got together or talked on the phone, Sal always made you feel good, I guess the bond we made in our youth, you can't break. I loved Sal like a brother and will miss him dearly. My condolence to his family and friends. Nick