He was the strictest (Italian), funniest, most caring, genuine person I have ever known.
He was the type of man that would give you the shirt off his back if it meant you would have a smile on your face. Growing up he treated our friends like his own kids (which also meant they got yelled at like we did lol). There was no question that his heart was made of
I was a total daddy's girl... to an extent. My dad and I were really close. I grew up in the garage working on cars with my dad (just like my sister Heather). We also talked every single day while I was in college. He would call me at the same time everyday (between classes) and we would talk while he traveled where ever he was going for that day. I came home some weekends just to hang out (and eat his amazing cooking) with my dad.
Although my dad "disowned" and and my siblings for getting my first tattoo I decided to get on in remembrance of him. So after drawing it out I finally decided to go get it and where to put it. He hated tattoos but maybe this is one he will think is ok...
It has been almost 5 years since he passed away and I can honestly say it has gotten a little easier but I never stop thinking about him. There are certain things I hear, say, or see that remind me of him and I get teary eyed, but always smile.
I blogged recently about a dance party which was an amazing night! My dad used to always blast Earth Wind and Fire in our living room and all of us would dance around, laughing and singing along. Those nights we had no worries, no fears... just fun, laughter and family.
I think about him all the time, wish I had more time but I am grateful for the time I had with my dad, I am however sad he is not here to see everything else in our lives.
Him and Brian would have loved each other, and probably would have spent all night in the garage building random crap together LOL.
He touched many peoples hearts and will never be forgotten by those that matter.
Just a couple pictures of good times:
|Brothers graduation in NY 2004|
Ciao mia padre