Antone “Tone” Paul Soares, 60, of Norwalk, CT died peacefully at Stamford Hospital with family and friends on Wednesday, June 15, 2022. “Baby boy Soares” was delivered at Stamford Hospital September of 1961 at 2:37 am by Dr. Robison-Lello and weighed in at 4 pounds, 11 ounces. Antone is predeceased by his parents Margaret S. Soares and Paul P. Soares as well as his sister Pamela J. Soares. He is survived by his sister Karla Soares Thomas and his nephew Grayson Soares Thomas of Norwalk, CT. He is also survived by many loving relatives and friends.
Antone, while a resident of Norwalk for the last decade or so, was a Stamfordite at heart. He was a product of the Stamford Public Schools and graduated from Stamford High School in 1979. Always a sports enthusiast, he played high school football and baseball after years of Pop Warner football and Babe Ruth Little League, which he also coached. And, let’s not forget he ruled the neighborhood sports scene on Sutton Drive with one of his besties, Ronnie Jones!
Antone may have stayed close to home but he did travel the area when working as a delivery driver with the old Caldor retail chain. His love for movies was put to good use at Academy Video where he enjoyed working for many years. Most recently Antone again traveled the area for Doggie Doo Not! in their bright yellow trucks. He was also a long-time member of the Stamford Elks Lodge.
These few paragraphs sum up Antone’s life in some ways but they don’t capture so much about him.
They don’t capture the quick wit and great heart hidden behind his quiet demeanor. He told horribly corny jokes, but he would regularly bring home little gifts for his nephew Grayson that showed how much Antone thought about him during the day and loved him.
They don’t capture the mischievous streak Antone had, especially when he was young. He would cheat you blind at Monopoly or lead you across town on your bike for hours, but you always had fun!
They don’t capture what a good and gentle care-taker he became to his ill mother at the end of her life.
They don’t capture how easy it was to connect to Antone and how his personality drew people in; how loyal a friend he was. He was everybody’s friend and he had friends everywhere. Hundreds of miles away, on family trips to Wisconsin and Florida people called out to him at rest stops, “Antone, is that you?” No one forgot Antone.
And today, even though we say goodbye to our brother, our uncle, our cousin, our brother-from-another-mother, or our life-long friend, we won’t forget Antone.