Anthony R. Premo

PREMO, Anthony R. 5/16/1959 – 1/8/2018 Age 58 years of Omaha Anthony Raymond Premo, widely and lovingly known as Tony, was born on May 16, 1959 in Rome, NY.He was the second son of his parents, Martha Rose and Charles Premo. He grew up in Rome with older brother, Stan, and younger siblings Sara, Chuck, Mikey, and half-sister, Ruth. Their mother, Martha, passed away when Tony was just 12 years old and he endured some rough times before joining the Navy and leaving New York. Tony enjoyed his time in the Navy where he was a Quartermaster and traveled to many places before coming to a stop in Norfolk, VA in 1981.When his term with the Navy ended, he was just in time for and proceeded to embrace the eighties. He grew his blonde hair long and feathered it like any respectable rock star of the era would after having years of mandated short hair. He was the epitome of a stereotypical 1980's strapping young man.If there was such a thing as 80's mythology, Tony would be like one of those Greek statues chiseled from a chunk of bronze to reflect the times like any good artist will do. He'd have a guitar in hand, be wearing ripped jeans, lots of bracelets and have beautiful hair flowing around a face that looked way too young.He had honest blue eyes, a heart of gold, and a personality that could charm the skin off a snake. He didn't try to charm anyone at all. He didn't have to try. By being himself, always humble and respectful and true, everyone had a fondness for him. And if they didn't immediately, they would eventually. If you could bottle up a jar of Tony's pure spirit that he actually showed in his everyday life and give it to everyone there would actually be a such thing as world peace. Not even a case of road rage. No facades, no word games, no grudges; just a demeanor that you couldn't help but relate to, some funny New York accented words and a heart he wore on his sleeve. He always acted from the heart and that's what everyone saw and felt. People know when they see the truth, a genuine person. He was still human...just a really really good one. He suffered a human experience like everyone else, even more so, but never complained. Tony lived in the moment, much like a dog does.Cesar Millan (The Dog Whisperer) likes to say how dogs, all dogs, live in the moment and how we can all learn from them and strive closer towards that. Essentially in the end, personal worries and fears don't matter. If we could boil things down, all that matters is that you showed love and lived now, for today and this moment. And he did.Not in the past dwelling on something he couldn't control or change or take back or do over. He didn't. Just like you can take an abused, neglected rescue dog; an animal who survived a natural disaster or suffered at the absolute unconscionable cruelty of a man's hands... they do not harbor any resentment. Tony did not hold any resentments or live his life mad. Ever. Nobody ever got him down. They didn't win. A few years later while still in Norfolk, he met Tracey. They fell in love and Tracey's family embraced him as their own flesh and blood. They were more like "Tracey-N-Tony." If Tracey was around, there was Tony and vice versa. A few years later, they all picked up and moved down the coast to Charleston, South Carolina where Tracey's family was stationed also through the Navy. They lived in Goose Creek, SC with Tracey's parents: Brenda and Charles, and siblings: Brandon and Danica. A few years later, in 1987 their first son, Anthony Atwood Premo, was born and they got married. The family then got stationed and all moved to Omaha, NE and settled in the suburb of Plattsmouth in the fall of 1988. Tony started working in the HVAC business and boy was he good! He keptbusy working on furnaces and air conditioning units in the extreme weather changes you see in the Midwest. Every family member and most friends and even friends of friends called Tony to come fix something. He was trustworthy and thorough. He was one of those people who made you want to do better and be generous. In 1990, Tracey and Tony's twin sons were born, Sky David and Tavish Caleb. Tony continued to work in the HVAC business but his love for playing guitar since childhood ensured he was rocking out in a band somewhere. Tony was the world's best guitar player (in case you didn't know). That's the truth. Anyone who knows him would put him up against anyone, anywhere, anytime. He was so unbelievably talented on the guitar. He couldn't sing, but he tried sometimes! The family stayed in the Omaha area ever since, raised their three handsome sons and lived life. Every one of his sons have Tony's natural charisma. Tony lived life on his own terms. He was one of a kind. Someone who would truly, truly give you the shirt off his own back, tell it like it is and never judge anyone for anything. You could meet him one time and never forget him, see him 20 years later in a different city and say, "Hey, how you doing?" He had that kind of oozing authenticity you don't see too often.Plus, somehow he never aged much visually. Sometimes he even looked younger than five years before. Maybe it was all the hair brushing! Tony told the best stories when he got going he was full of life and he'd have everyone rolling with laughter so many times.He loved his mother dearly, he loved the mother of his children dearly. He loved his boys, his whole family, and friends immensely; he'd do anything for them. And everyone he ever met loved him dearly and forever. Funeral Mass: Tuesday, Jan. 16, 2018 at 12:00pm, with visitation starting at 10:00am, all at St. John Vianney Catholic Church (5801 Oak Hills Dr.) Interment: Omaha National Cemetery Braman Mortuary – (Southwest Chapel) 6505 S. 144 St. Omaha, NE68137 402-895-3400