Birth date: May 26, 1964 Death date: Jul 27, 2021
Garry Edward Siccardi, passed away at Washington Regional Medical Center July 27, 2021. He was born May 26, 1964, in St. Paul Minnesota. He was the son of Bimmy Currie and the late Frank Siccardi. He is survived by his mother, Bim Read Obituary
Bimmie and Bill, words can’t express how sorry we are to hear about Garry. We are still in Maine otherwise I would be there to give you hugs and support. I’m so glad Jody and the boys moved to Fayetteville to be there for you and that you have such a close family.
Lots of love and prayers, Gayle and Lenny
Love you sweetie. Always and forever you will be in my heart❤️Until we are together again..
Dear Bimmy and Bill,
I was greatly saddened by the passing of your son. It hurts when dear people like you have to suffer pain and grief. I hope that the love and support of family and friends will help you through these difficult times. With my deepest condolences, affectionately, Olivia Sordo
No more pain my friend❤️
Love you and I'll see you on the other side.
You're the real deal friend💔
RIP Garry Edward Siccardi
Bimmy, Jodi, John, and families- I don’t have adequate words to let you all know how sorry I am to hear of Garry’s passing. He was such a treasure. Such a light. Shared so many joys through the years. I send you all my love and prayers during this trying time. Love, Robin (&Robert) Guadagnini
Jodi I'm so sorry to hear about Garry. My thoughts and prayers are with all of you.
Linnet Garroutte Tournear
Garry was a tough football player and probably one of the toughest guys I ever had to tackle, even though he was two grades behind me as he practiced with the varsity football team. Garry would run straight at you full speed ahead with no reservation and with a very violent result often ensuing.
Garry was a good guy too and fun to be around. I remember watching Arkansas beating Texas in football (42-11) in 1981 at Gregg Ogden’s house. Before the game even ended, we (Gregg, Mark Priest, Tim Taylor and John Siccardi I believe too to name a few) all went straight down to Dickson St. to “celebrate” with Garry leading the charge as a crowd quickly began to swell―soon filling the street. One of the lasting memories I have of that late Saturday afternoon was when a Volkswagen bug was stopped in its tracks by the crowd in middle of Dickson St. with Garry again leading the way. No sooner than when the VW bug was being rocked back and forth by the crowd was it lifted up and turned around in the opposite direction before driving away. By nightfall, I remember people everywhere with bonfires lighting the Dickson St. night.
I’m pretty sure efforts have since been made to secure Dickson St. after big Razorback victories in Fayetteville, but those were certainly fun times. Rest in peace, Garry.
―Eugene Sekiguchi
