May 19, 1938 – Jan. 31, 2024

Rudolph (Rudy) Philip Maurovich was born May 19, 1938. He went to his heavenly home on Jan. 31. He is survived by his loving nieces, nephew and extended family: Christine Lieshman, Kathleen Knurr (Kurt), Sean McLaughlin (Susan), Heather Joseph (Jeff), and Cousin Juliano (Yano) Ghersi as well as a multitude of grandnieces and nephews. He was preceded in death by his wife of 60 years Geraldine and both parents and parent in-laws. 

Rudy was born and raised in New York City. A first generation American, his father came from Croatia. He was a hard worker who helped his parents with his mentally challenged sister Vera Jean. He met the love of his life Geraldine in New York City. His patriotic duty led him to enlist in the Navy, but he was soon honorably discharged due to various reasons. In 1965 he moved with his wife to California and lived out the remainder of his life at his home in Saugus.

Rudy was a skilled carpenter who worked for many years in construction and created many personal wood projects to provide a warm and inviting home. He was a loving and passionate man who cared for his family deeply and whose final thoughts were how to better care for his nieces and nephew. He was a member of Calvary Lutheran Church in Santa Clarita.

The viewing is at Santa Clarita Crippen Chapel on Friday, Feb. 16 from 6 p.m. to 8 p.m. and the church service is at Calvary Church Santa Clarita on Saturday, Feb. 17 at 10 a.m. with a resurrection cemetery burial at 1:30 p.m. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to Calvary Lutheran Church, 19554 Calla Way, Santa Clarita, CA 91351.

When I go, don’t cry for me, in my Father’s arms I’ll be.
 The wounds this world left on my soul will all be healed and I’ll be whole.
 Sun and moon will be replaced with the light of Jesus’ face.
 And I will not be ashamed for my Savior knows my name.

It don’t matter where you bury me.
I’ll be home and I’ll be free.
 It don’t matter, anywhere I lay.
  All my tears be washed away.

Gold and silver blind the eye. Temporary riches lie.
 Come and eat from Heaven’s store. Come and drink and thirst no more.
 So weep not for me, my friend, when my time below does end.
 For my life belongs to Him, who will raise the dead again.

It don’t matter where you bury me.
I’ll be home and I’ll be free.
 It don’t matter, anywhere I lay.
 All my tears be washed away.

All my tears be washed away.

Songwriter Julie Miller