...who passed away today.
I will miss our Friday afternoons.
I will miss your warm smile...toothless as it may have been.
I will miss your war stories.
I will miss you rave about Joe DiMaggio, the greatest baseball player that ever lived.
I will miss how irritated you would get with your sister, who happened to be in the same nursing home.
I will miss how your eyes lit up when I told you how handsome you looked.
I will miss that you never called Frosties by their real name...and only knew them as "frozen yogurt."
I will miss your almost-drowning story when you were a boy...and thinking about how I almost never was.
I will miss your passion for Italian food.
I will miss how you told me how much you valued my time.
I am going to miss the way you told me you loved me...without saying a word.
You were loved, Papa. I'm going to miss you.
I will miss our Friday afternoons.
I will miss your warm smile...toothless as it may have been.
I will miss your war stories.
I will miss you rave about Joe DiMaggio, the greatest baseball player that ever lived.
I will miss how irritated you would get with your sister, who happened to be in the same nursing home.
I will miss how your eyes lit up when I told you how handsome you looked.
I will miss that you never called Frosties by their real name...and only knew them as "frozen yogurt."
I will miss your almost-drowning story when you were a boy...and thinking about how I almost never was.
I will miss your passion for Italian food.
I will miss how you told me how much you valued my time.
I am going to miss the way you told me you loved me...without saying a word.
You were loved, Papa. I'm going to miss you.
