Birth date: Feb 19, 1970 Death date: Sep 27, 2020
Arthur Michael Connelly of Vineland, NJ passed away early Sunday morning September 27, 2020 at his home. He was 50 years old. Born in Youngstown Ohio, he was the son of Leo Connelly and Patricia Mollica. Art attended Howland High Read Obituary
Oh my goodness where to start! We went to Homecoming together with Annie Gillen and Scott Benaglio. We drank so much cheap wine or beer or something, Annie and I were laughing and laying down at our fancy dinner in Boardman. I remember lots of house parties at his mom’s condo off North Rd. Also when he poured blue paint down Howland High School’s street/got expelled from JFK only to have to go to Howland. He was one of a kind, hilarious! RIP
Haven't seen Art in years, but will never forget throwing down linoleum on the driveway to watch him breakdance. Was just telling some kids the other day how Art so effortlessly imitated Michael Jackson's moonwalk the day after MJ debuted it on the Motown 25 show. Rest in peace, m'man. Prayers to his mom and the rest of his family.
Art and Susan had such love for each other and family. I am heartbroken he will not continue his love and passions here on earth, but they continue in Heaven with his Lord Jesus. We don't understand why he was taken when he had more to give here. His love and humor will surely be missed. Please pray for Susan, his children Tiffany and Michael. See you again Art, you are much loved and missed. Barbara Ware DeLozier
I have such great memories of Art. He was 2 years younger than I was, but good friends with my younger brother and was a sweet and gentle kid. He spent a lot of time at our house and always had us laughing. Everyone thought of him as a class clown. Everyone knew him...he could blend into any crowd or with any age group. We reconnected on Instagram over the last couple of years and he loved to tell me about his kids and share photos of them. He was so proud of both of them. They were his whole world. We spoke on the phone once or twice and he was the same old Artie. Still called me Pickles or Sniffles and said when he thought of me he remembered I always had a box of Kleenex in my hand and was always eating pickles. I went back to re-read all of our messages back and forth and laughed just imagining his voice and the cadence of how he spoke and felt sad to realize he would not be sending any more old school song links or photos of the foods he made or of his kids. He even reminded me that he painted the kitchen with my brother of the house my mom still lives in. I will think of that every time I enter that room. He is gone way to soon, but touched so many lives in his time here. I am so grateful to have known him- he will be greatly missed.
