Margaret Rose (Petricca) Hoffman, died Thursday, Feb. 12 after a
three-year valiant battle against colon cancer during which she
displayed such courage, patience and tenacity that, together with
her angelic heart and boundless love, made her a hero in the hearts
of those who loved her.
Margaret Rose (Petricca) Hoffman
Margaret Rose (Petricca) Hoffman, died Thursday, Feb. 12 after a three-year valiant battle against colon cancer during which she displayed such courage, patience and tenacity that, together with her angelic heart and boundless love, made her a hero in the hearts of those who loved her.
She was the loving wife and friend of 31 years to Ronald Hoffman to whom she gave her life, love and companionship; “Mother dearest, sweet, kind, generous” to her beautiful daughters Theresa Shellen and husband Taylor Shellen of San Jose, “Peggy” Perroud and husband Joao Perroud of San Diego, and “Katie” Rose Hoffman of Morgan Hill; “Gran” to her “Too Sweet” grandchildren, Jack and Luke Shellen, and Thomas and “Bella” Perroud; wonderful daughter and step-daughter to Patricia and “Hal” O’Toole of Santa Clara; loving daughter to Patrick Petricca of San Jose; Cherished and deeply loved sister of Maria Petricca of Santa Clara, Patricia Hoffman of San Jose, John Petricca of Las Vegas, “Joe” Petricca of Eureka, Kathleen Knudsen of Morgan Hill and Joanne Petricca of Morgan Hill; endeared and lovingly remembered by nieces, nephews, brothers and sisters-in-law, cousins, aunts, uncles, other relatives and friends far too numerous to individually name. All will miss her.
Vigil services will be held at Habing Family Funeral Home in Gilroy on Monday, Feb. 16 at 7 p.m. The funeral and Mass will be at St. Catherine’s Catholic Church in Morgan Hill on Tuesday, Feb. 17 at 10 a.m. Internment will be at Santa Clara Mission Cemetery, Santa Clara on Tuesday, Feb. 17 at 12:30 p.m. Reception to follow to be announced at the Mass and internment services.
“Getting Tired”
God saw you were getting tired
And a cure was not to be.
So He put His arm around you
And whispered ‘Come to me.’
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands now rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
We love you Margaret Rose.
