My dad was precious but definitely had that hot blooded Italian temper! He could be so good to anyone that would let him. He never met a stranger and never miss treated anyone in anyway! He was so funny at times even when he was having an Italian temper blow-up! He'd have me laughing so hard that he'd finally get tickled and then he'd start to laugh! He loved his brother Vincent who was not only his brother but the closest thing to a father he ever had being their dad was murdered when my dad was only a year old. He also loved his other older brother frank but didn't have much contact with him. Dad has two younger sister Sarah and Phyllis who were very precious to him. He loved them unconditionally. He loved their husbands and his nieces and nephew! He was so proud of all of them. I regret not pushing for that side of my family to have get together a more often before dad and uncle Vincent passed away!

Sad loved my girls Miranda and Jerrica! They made his heart melt! He'd give anything up to make them happy. He loved to do things for them and have them little surprise of things they like! Miranda was pawpaws big girl and Jerrica was papaws baby!

He enjoyed every moment he spent with them

He loved my husband Jerry so much. I think if we'd ever separated daddy would have kept Jerry and out me on the road! Ha ha

We spent many days in the highway to the VA for chemo and blood work his last 9 months on this earth. He'd talk and tell me all kinds of stories! He shares with me joe he didn't want us to go out of our way to make his death a big deal he didn't want to be a burden to anyone! He told me the last time I take to him the night before he sided that he had been to Mass that day at the VA and had a work fearful spirit filled talk with the Father and that he knew it would be long until God was ready to take him home. Then he laughed and said but I'm here still fighting this mess until God says it's time to go!

He told me he Loved me, Jerry and the girls.

To please give everyone his love and hugs and kisses.

That when he got thru with his antibiotic drip the follow day he'd be ready to come home a few days until Chemo time.

But the next morning right after I had drop Jerrica off at preschool and Miranda off at 6th grade middle school I got a call from his oncologist telling me he had coded in them and they had done CPR and had got him in a vent. For me to to hurt myself but that I needed to get done there. I knew in my heart and soul that he was gone about half way down there! I told mom and Jerry that he was already gone. That if he was on a bent that it was just the machine keep his body going cut I knew his soul was gone.

When we got there they told me her was gone. Jerry and I went in to see him. He was at Peace. Heavenly Peace! No pain, no struggles, just peace!

Can't argue with that even though I hurt knowing I'd never see him again On this earth I took comfort and still do that Hod has given me the hope, faith, peace and trust in Jesus Christ that I will be reunited oneday in Heaven with my precious daddy!