10/12/2026
My dad was a quiet man filled with lots of thoughts and love.
He was a table-top drummer and an air guitar professional (there are plenty of photos for proof). He passed down his love of music to all three of his girls. He’s the one who named me after a song.
He taught me how to be a good listener, parallel park, throw a spiral and cook a decent meal. Every Sunday he’d cook dinner for our family.. not just me and my sisters and our husbands.. but our aunts and cousins.. friends would come, family who were visiting would stop by. The table could have 10 people, twenty or more.. just bonding over HIS food.. laughing, chatting, singing along to the music he played.
He loved a perfect, sunny, blue sky day specifically in the Spring when the Mets were on. He’d sit at the table quietly watching his team with an ice cold b**r poured into a red solo cup while my mom had his favorite snacks out and all three of his son-in-laws chiming in while the Mets were clearly NOT their favorite team. He somehow gained a Padres and two Yankees fans as son-in-laws.. but he loved the banter. And loved them.
He really was just a simple guy who LOVED. He always showed he cared, he showed up when you needed him.. or even when you didn’t realize you needed him. He freaking LOVED his two grandchildren. He would say to me often, “I can just listen to them run around the house and talk. That’s all I need to make me happy.”
I hope he felt loved just as much by all of us as we did him. I love you and miss you so much. Thank you for being the best dad and teacher in my life. 💙
