My fondest memories of Pop were always when he came to visit us at our apartment in California; He would always stay for one or two nights and every morning my brother and I would get a big surprise. At around seven in the morning Pop would come into our room, lightly try to roll us out of bed and tell us: "Hey boys let's go get donuts before your father wakes up." Half awake, half asleep my brother and I were full of excitement to sneak out the front door and drive with Pop to the donut store. When we returned home our Dad would be sitting at the kitchen table wondering where we went and Pop would always tell him that the boys helped me pick out donuts for breakfast. With the family all together around the kitchen table we would enjoy the donuts we bought with Pop and, whatever the conversation, it was just nice to be together. My brother and I will never forget those special memories Pop, and now that God has called you home to be with Him I know you will always be watching us from the Gates of Heaven, looking down with love, and I hope that you will be smiling with pride to see the lives that your grandkids are living. My brother and I carry the Pugliese line within our blood and I promise Pop that we will make you proud and carry on the family line with love, pride, and honor. When our kids are old enough we will tell them about the man that is "Pop" and how many wonderful things you accomplished in your life and how many special memories we shared. I love you Pop, May the Lord of Heaven and Earth keep you safe in His care until we see each other again and are able to embrace each other once more.