Papa,
Where do I start....You taught me so much. For as long as I can remember, I put myself between the car and the object, and every time, I can hear you say "always stand between the car and whatever you're carrying". I'm not the best at math, at all. I wish I were better. I think about when you used to help me with decimals and fractions, and how patient you must have needed to be to do that. When someone asks me to remember a number for them while they're working on something, I remember when you would have me do that for you as a kid. It always made me feel so important. Every time I hear that noise on KNX 1070 when they're getting ready to give traffic reports, I think of you and Grandma when we were on our way to baseball games. I remember the pride you took in your home, yard, and vehicles, not to mention yourself. Shaving every single day, whether you were going someplace or not. Always well dressed and always a gentleman. I will miss hearing you call me " Tony Joe" or "Antonio Giuseppe". I take great pride in carrying your name. I will miss you more than I can describe. Our talks about cars, home projects, and work. You were always genuinely interested in anything that was going on in my life, it didn't matter what it was. I'll never forget those times I would spend the weekend at your house, helping you wax the motorhome, change the oil in the mustang, do yardwork. It was just you and I, being a jack of all trades.
I'm almost done detailing your car. It will stay in tip top shape, just as you kept it.
I love you Papa. Miss you always