My memory of dad is quite long.
When I first came to This country I remember all I wanted to do was, be with dad. Everywhere he went I was there.
He had gotten use to me going with him everywhere,it became part of my weekly duty. As I got older I really didn't want to go any more but I had no choice. During our short trips we talk and pops was not one who likes to talk but little by little we made small talks which later became one great big conversation. I believe pops knew me, proud of Carlo, loved Gino, proud of Marie and Irma and Betty. Pops loved sonny too much. Many times he expresses to me how much he worried about sonny. i knew pops so much that I almost never got discipline. I always manage to talk myself out of it. To make it short, pops loved all of us in he's own way. Pops was a great provider and a great disciplinarian, that's how he showed he's love. I could go on and on but if I do I would end up writing a book.
Love you pops, have a safe trip home. Tell mom I love and miss her.!!!!