In honor of Father's Day on Sunday June 15, I'd like to share with you a little bit about my dad, pictured above. This photo was taken at his 90th birthday party. A few months beforehand, he started to feel poorly and wasn't his usual bouncy self. I suggested a small intimate dinner party for his birthday at Chieffo's on the strip with around forty or so of his closest friends. He perked up.
My father was born in Tursi, Italy in the Basilicata Province. When he was a little boy, the family moved to America and settled in Niles, Ohio, where his father got a job with the railroad. He excelled in Math and had a terrific sense of humor. He could see the silver lining in any dark, hopeless, rotten situation. He was very smart and very funny. He adored his family, even when we weren't so adorable, especially then, I think. He was ALWAYS there when I needed him. We gardened together and sometimes when I'm out there alone, I hear him humming. He was the best father!
Happy Father's Day, Daddy. You are loved and sorely missed.