I will cherish my fond memories of sitting on your lap while listening to your outrageous stories as a little boy, chasing you around Manville Police Headquarters with handcuffs, and most of all fishing with you, Dad, and Skip on Raritan Bay, while noshing on sandwiches and homemade Italian wine...and the hot peppers from the garden...!!!
I was always aware of how much you meant to father, and to that end, you always meant the world to me. We may not have seen one another or even spoke to another very often over the last few years, but I thought of you frequently and always bragged to people that you were my Godfather.
From what I am reading here, you were the same type of man in Florida that you were in New Jersey. You brought such complete joy and peace to everyone you encountered. Thank you for always being quick to smile, tell a joke or lift people's spirits everywhere you went. I am sure "Big-D" will be happy to see you once again, as I am sure all of your beloved siblings will be.
Until we next meet, I sincerely hope that you are taking advantage of the perpetually good fishing weather in the afterlife. I will miss you...