John H. Nocera

John Nocera, 66, of Bedford, passed away surrounded by his entire family after a courageous battle with esophageal cancer. True to form, he was cracking jokes, calling plays, and making sure everyone else was okay right up until the end.

Born on July 27, 1959, in Waltham to Lou and Betty Nocera, John grew up in a town where being a “Nocera” meant something, and he made sure everyone knew it. He was one of seven: brothers Joe, Jim, Jeffery, Jason, and Jerry, and his sister Linda. If you met John for more than five minutes, you definitely heard about the brothers (and probably got quizzed on their names). He also shared a special bond with his stepmother, Anne Marie Nocera, whom he adored—especially for her incredible Italian cooking, particularly her famous stuffed artichokes. And no telling of John’s early life would be complete without mentioning Judy Middlebrook, a close family friend who was part of his life from the very beginning.

John was a Waltham legend. Even from a young age, his athletic ability stood out—he was a little taller, a little faster, and already showing the determination that would define him. By his senior year at Waltham High School, he had become a true star, leading the state in yardage and touchdowns and helping carry his team to an 8–2 season and a #3 ranking in the state. He earned Suburban League All-Star and All-Scholastic honors and was later inducted into the Waltham High School Athletic Hall of Fame. He went on to proudly wear #32 as a running back for the UNH Wildcats—and if you didn’t know he was a Wildcat, don’t worry, he would tell you. Often. For decades. His UNH teammates weren’t just friends; they were brothers. He cherished those bonds deeply and made sure to bring everyone back together each year for a reunion at the Chateau—an event as lively, loyal, and loud as he was. More than his accolades, John was an exceptional teammate and an even better friend, always there for former teammates who were struggling—often quietly, but with a powerful presence and a heart full of love.

John was a proud third-generation owner of the Chateau Restaurants, a true Waltham institution and “family table” for generations. He poured his heart into the business and into every guest who walked through the doors. To John, no one was just a customer, everyone was part of the experience. “We’re full service guests,” he’d say, making sure every bite was, of course, “a happy bite.”

And speaking of bites—John loved food. Whether it was hosting legendary lobster bakes (“How many lobsters do you want?”), grabbing a Jersey Mike’s sub (#3, Mike’s way, juice on the side), or sneaking in a mini before 11 AM because “it doesn’t count before 11,” food was joy, connection, and community. He lived for it—and made sure everyone around him did too.

John had what can only be described as an out-of-this-world personality. He was larger than life but somehow also the softest teddy bear. He could connect with absolutely anyone and had a way of making people feel safe, seen, and instantly part of his circle. And once you were in, you were in for life. No judgment. No conditions. Just laughter, loyalty, and love.

He also gave everyone a nickname. No one escaped.

He had a saying for everything:

“Jeepers, creepers, son of a beepers.”

“If you’re not ahead, you’re behind.”

“Touchdown!”

“Never walk away from the broiler.”

“Take your time, but hurry up.”

“Chop chop, bye bye.”

“Nothing good happens when you’re backing up.”

And of course—“What are you, born yesterday?!”

If you heard one of these, you were lucky.

As a friend, John was one of a kind. He had what felt like a million friends. From Waltham to UNH to Bedford, where his “Empty Nesters” crew met every Wednesday night for over 15 years for dinner. He showed up. Always. In the best times and the hardest ones. He made people feel better just by being there, often with a joke, a hug, or a perfectly timed joke.

As a husband, he was completely devoted to his wife, Susan Nocera, his perfect match. They met when she was a waitress at the Chateau, and in a rare moment of patience, he waited until she left the job to ask her out. They married on November 11, 1988, and built a life full of love, laughter, and partnership. She was his filter (much needed at times), his person, and the love of his life. He proudly called her “wife,” and made sure everyone knew how lucky he was. She was by his side until his final moments, a love story that will live on forever.

As a father, John was everything.

To his son, Nick Nocera, he was a coach, a mentor, an OSU tailgating partner, and his biggest fan. He took immense pride in Nick’s accomplishments and was always there, celebrating the highs and steadying the lows. Whether it was on the field, in business, or in life, John was always in his corner offering advice, cracking a joke to lighten the moment, or reminding him, “If you’re not ahead, you’re behind.” He loved nothing more than watching Nick compete, talk through big decisions, or just spend time together—especially if it involved football, good food, and a little friendly debate. He believed in Nick wholeheartedly and made sure he knew it every single day.

To his daughter, Julina Franklin, his “sweet pea” or simply “pea”, he shared a bond that was truly one of a kind. From “fancy dinners” splitting mussels, to dancing in the car, to cooking Italian food side by side, their connection was deep, joyful, and constant. He adored her, was endlessly proud of her, and loved being close—literally—when she and her husband Josh moved three doors down. It was not uncommon for John to appear at their windows, ready to hang out.

As a father-in-law, John didn’t miss a beat. He loved Josh like a son (even taking his side during a high school breakup) and cherished their time together. His daughter-in-law, Melissa, lovingly dubbed “Mrs. Nocera” or “Lizzie”, matched his humor perfectly. He adored her and was deeply grateful for her love and support, especially during his illness.

“Uncle John” was a legend to his nieces and nephews, calling just to check in, making them laugh, and reminding them that “just because you’re not IN the band doesn’t mean you’re not IN the band.” They will miss all the little adventures he took them on.

But perhaps his favorite role of all was being “Papi.”

To his grandchildren, Maeve (3) and Wesley (1), he was pure magic. Maeve was his sidekick—his lobster-eating, egg-bite-sharing, preschool-drop-off partner. Wesley, his “dinosaur,” had him wrapped around his finger from day one. They were his joy, his comfort, his medicine. He shared his famous “Papi Juice” with them, taught them his sayings, and loved them beyond measure. Even in his final days, he was asking for them.

And the story of Papi doesn’t end there. Both Melissa and Julina are expecting babies this summer, a baby boy and a baby girl. While he didn’t get to meet them, there is no doubt they already have him wrapped around their fingers. They will grow up knowing all about their Papi—his voice, his sayings, his laughter, and the way he loved so big—and they will be loved by him just as fiercely as the rest.

John also loved his dogs deeply, especially Dewey, his soul dog, who lived a life of steak dinners and front porch hangs. And Vinny, who may have been feisty, but was loved just the same.

Every moment with John was an experience. A quick errand turned into a full-blown adventure. A meal became an event. A conversation became a memory. If you were with him, you were laughing.

He leaves behind a legacy of humor, loyalty, family, and love that will live on in every story told, every phrase repeated, every lobster cracked, and every “Touchdown!” shouted.

John Nocera—#32, Wildcat, Papi, Husband, Dad, Friend—was truly one of a kind.

And wherever he is now, you can be sure of one thing:

He’s already got a table, he’s already ordered, and he’s probably asking,

“Is there salt and pepper on the table?”

Family and friends will honor and remember John’s life by gathering for an Evening Wake in The Joyce Funeral Home, 245 Main Street (Rte. 20), Waltham on Wednesday, April 1st, from 4 to 8 p.m. and again at 9 a.m. on Thursday morning before leaving in procession to Saint Mary’s Church, 133 School Street, Waltham where a Liturgical Blessing will be offered at 10 a.m. Burial will be private.

In lieu of flowers, memorial donations my be made to the Waltham High Gridiron Foundation, c/o 59 Rosewood Drive, Waltham, MA 02452.