Clifford Molinari

In Loving Memory of Clifford "Cliffy" Molinari

June 25, 1980 - July 12, 2026

With profound sadness and broken hearts, we announce the passing of our beloved son and brother, Clifford "Cliffy" Molinari, who passed away on July 12, 2026, at the age of 46.

Clifford was born on June 25, 1980, at Phelps Memorial Hospital in Tarrytown, New York. Although his birth name was Clifford, everyone who knew and loved him simply called him Cliff or Cliffy. From the very beginning, he filled the lives of those around him with laughter, energy, kindness, and a smile that could brighten any room. He had an easygoing personality, a generous heart, and a way of making people feel welcome. Those who knew him never forgot his smile.

From the time he was a little boy, Cliff loved sports. Baseball was his greatest passion, but he also loved basketball and football. Whether he was standing on the pitcher's mound, catching behind the plate, or leading his team as quarterback, he embraced every opportunity to compete. Sports brought him confidence, friendships, and some of the happiest memories of his life.

Yet, the greatest moments of Cliff's childhood were never measured by wins or losses. They were measured by time spent with the people he loved.

Growing up, Cliff shared a wonderful childhood with his sister, Jessica McMahon, his mom, MaryBeth Molinari, and his dad, Theodore "Ted" Molinari. Together they spent countless afternoons at the park playing baseball, running, laughing, and simply enjoying being together. Fishing became another family tradition they all cherished, creating memories that remained with them throughout their lives.

During the week, while Mom was working, Ted often took Cliff and Jessica to the park to play ball before stopping by her workplace to share dinner together. Looking back, those evenings became some of the most treasured memories of Cliff's childhood. They were simple moments, but they were filled with love, laughter, and family.

One of the greatest blessings in Cliff's life was the relationship he shared with his dad. Ted adopted Cliff when he was four years old, and from that day forward, Cliff was simply his son. Together they built a lifetime of memories through baseball games, fishing trips, golf outings, electrical work, and countless everyday moments that fathers and sons share. Through every joy and every challenge life brought, Ted never stopped loving Cliff, and Cliff always knew he could count on his dad.

As the years passed, Cliff affectionately began calling him "Pops." Whether he needed advice, help with an electrical problem, wanted to play golf, or simply wanted to talk, his phone calls often began the same way:

"Hey Pops... what's up?"

Those simple words became one of Ted's greatest joys and remain among his most treasured memories.

Following in his dad's footsteps, Cliff developed a passion for the electrical trade at a young age. What began as helping his dad eventually became a career he truly loved. He grew into a talented electrician whose knowledge, leadership, and work ethic earned him the respect of coworkers and supervisors alike. Throughout his career he proudly served as both a foreman and supervisor, taking great pride in doing quality work and helping others learn the trade.

Cliff also shared an extraordinary bond with his mom, MaryBeth. Even after moving out on his own, he rarely let a day pass without calling her. Sometimes it was before work. Sometimes after work. Often it was simply because he wanted to hear her voice.

Their conversations meant everything to both of them. Cliff trusted his mom completely and felt comfortable telling her about his life. Like many mothers and sons, they sometimes drove each other crazy, but beneath it all was a love that never wavered. They simply needed each other. No matter where life took Cliff, he always found his way back to Mom's voice.

His sister, Jessica McMahon, was another constant source of love and comfort throughout his life. Jessica was more than his sister-she was one of his closest friends. He always felt comfortable talking with her, laughing with her, and sharing life's moments together. Cliff loved Jessica deeply, and she loved her little brother just as much.

Cliff loved his entire family. He treasured his aunts, uncles, cousins, his brother-in-law Chris McMahon, his nephew Connor McMahon, and the many family members who were part of his life. He especially enjoyed telling stories about growing up roughhousing with Uncle Steve and Uncle Johnny. Those memories always made him laugh, and later in life he shared that same playful spirit with Connor, always teasing him, making him laugh, and loving every minute they spent together.

Outside of work, Cliff found happiness in life's simple pleasures. He loved fishing, golfing, spending time at the beach, watching sports, trips to Nantucket and the Jersey Shore, and simply being around family and friends. He also had a wonderful sense of style. He loved clothes, sneakers, and putting together the perfect outfit. A trip to the barber for a fresh haircut or finding a new pair of sneakers always seemed to brighten his day.

Golf became another special part of Cliff's life. As a young adult, he enjoyed countless rounds with his dad, creating memories they both treasured. In later years, he also loved golfing with his brother-in-law, Chris McMahon. Their time together on the course meant a great deal to Cliff, and Chris's friendship was something he truly appreciated.

For many years, Cliff shared his life with Jessica Rivera. Together they built many wonderful memories, and Cliff embraced the role of helping raise her children. He cared deeply for them and took great pride in being a father figure in their lives. Those years remained an important and meaningful chapter of his life.

During the final months of his life, Cliff shared his time with Priscilla, someone he cared for very much. Their relationship brought him companionship, friendship, and happiness during that time.

Those who truly knew Cliff knew a man with a kind heart, a generous spirit, a wonderful sense of humor, and a deep love for his family. He enjoyed helping others, working with his hands, and spending time with the people he loved.

Cliff had a heart of gold, and that is how we will always remember him.

He never left without hugging his parents, kissing them goodbye, and telling them he loved them.

He never stopped calling his mom.

He never stopped loving his sister.

He never stopped calling his dad "Pops."

And through everything life placed before him, he always knew his family loved him beyond measure.

Today our hearts are broken. There are no words that can truly describe the emptiness we feel. We will miss hearing his laughter, listening to his stories, watching sports together, fishing together, playing golf together, working side by side, and hearing those familiar words...

"Hey Pops... what's up?"

Although forty-six years was far too short, we are forever grateful for every one of them.

We will remember the little boy running across the baseball field.

We will remember the young man learning the electrical trade beside his dad.

We will remember the son who faithfully called his mom.

We will remember the brother who loved his sister.

We will remember the uncle who loved making Connor laugh.

We will remember the son who never stopped calling his dad "Pops."

Most of all, we will remember a man who loved deeply and was deeply loved in return.

Rest peacefully, Cliffy.

You were loved more than words can ever express.

You will never be forgotten.

Forever in our hearts.