You know no matter when a loved one dies to a normal person he died too soon. I know he was an Italian Harlem boy right. There are so very few Italians left there. Even during the Mount Carmel feast there are less and less going back to lift the Giglia. Notice I called your dad an Italian Harlem boy. No matter how old we get we are all Italian Harlem boys at heart no matter where we live now.

Hey I am sure he enjoyed playing with your kids his grand children before he died. Did he have any great grand children. Try to remember those times. Then you look at your kids or their kids think of him.