Live large, laugh hard, love till death do you part

….that about sums up my Dad.

if i could pick one image that sums up the essence of my Dad, whom we lost at the age of 74, i would pick the one of him smiling holding a six-pack of Heineken, when he visited his old friend in Queens.

or maybe the one of him trying to make my baby #1son smile when he was visiting his 3rd grandchild.

or maybe the one of him grinning ear to ear on his wedding day 54 years ago…the day he won the hand of the girl he loved…

we are grieving, we are missing him, but as we held his wake and burial we always had in mind that he would have wanted us to throw a party, complete with a buffet, a sing-along and an open bar….



When I am dead, my dearest,

Sing no sad songs for me:

Plant thou no roses at my head,

Nor shady cypress tree:

Be the green grass above me

With showers and dewdrops wet;

And if thou wilt, remember,

And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,

I shall not feel the rain;

I shall not hear the nightingale

Sing on, as if in pain;

And dreaming through the twilight

That doth not rise nor set,

Haply I may remember,

And haply may forget.

- from “Song,” Christina Rossetti.

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