Death date: Dec 27, 2013
I. VICTOR MATTEI Passed away peacefully on December 27, 2013 in Atlanta, GA, surrounded by his family. Born October 18, 1925 in Cincinnati, Ohio, Victor was 88 years old. Vic valued his faith, family and education. He worked thr Read Obituary
We are very sorry to hear of the loss of Uncle Vic. Our prayers and condolences go out to the family and those close to him. Love, Tony, Paula, Matt, and Michael Mattei
Hello. I was saddened to read of Vic's passing. Vic was my first boss at Rohm and Haas in 1984, and I learned a lot from him. I have thought of him often, and have shared my favorite Vic Mattei quote with with coworkers over the years: "Success has many fathers; failures only orphans." My condolences to the family.
Judy Varner
I'm so sorry to read about Vic's passing. I didn't know him well, but I do keep up with
your family through Arlene. I have been thinking about you and wish you well.
Bonnie Gottlieb
Our condolences to the Mattei family.
The Heberley family.
As Associate Pastor for ten years at SCB, I was always inspired and encouraged by the faith and devotion of Vic and Marita and their family. He was truly a giving and loving man and these traits have been well established and transerred to his family. I mourn with you at his passing, but I rejoice at having been a part of his life for ten years.
Fr. Joe Connolly, TOR (1984-1994)
I remember, as a kid, as friend of Nanette's, as neighbor of Vic, him being a forerunner of the jogging craze, rounding our block over & over in his grey sweats, trimming off some extra pounds while working the cardiovascular, and his famous line to me when he came home from work, whenever Nanette & I were chilling on their porch: "What do you say there, Marc?". He was always kind and welcoming to me. Eighty-eight seems a lucky age to live to, especially if from what little I gather, he did most of it in good health. My heart goes out to Marita, Edamarie, Tory, & of course Nanette. Peace to you all. Your old neighbor, Marc
I remember, as a kid, as friend of Nanette's, as neighbor of Vic, him being a forerunner of the jogging craze, rounding our block over & over in his grey sweats, trimming off some extra pounds while working the cardiovascular, and his famous line to me when he came home from work, whenever Nanette & I were chilling on their porch: "What do you say there, Marc?". He was always kind and welcoming to me. Eighty-eight seems a lucky age to live to, especially if from what little I gather, he did most of it in good health. My heart goes out to Marita, Edamarie, Tory, & of course Nanette. Peace to you all.
Your old neighbor,
Marc Israel
