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Theresa DeRosa
August 8, 2025
“Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.” – Unknown
Theresa
January 11, 2024
Celebrating 100 Years
We all celebrate in different ways.
Today I celebrate you in the quiet of my home.
No soiree this day, though you'd be 100 today.
Just memories and a very short poem!
Phillip
August 6, 2023
Moms ok pop
Theresa A Russell
August 10, 2021
Miss you grandpa. I know you are pain free and that makes me so very happy. I wish you had got to meet my husband, but I know you are looking down with dad smiling that I am happy. I was very blessed to have you in my life as long as I did. I am forever grateful to have been a part of your life. Love always, Theresa Ann
Theresa DeRosa
August 8, 2021
Memories fill the air
this very day
as we observe
your moving on your way.
The best memory
of all is the gift...
the gift of your presence.
Pardon me as I drift,
recalling your essence.
Theresa DeRosa
January 11, 2021
A Salute to Dad
Dear Lord, today we observe
our Father’s birthday
with love and adoration.
Fathers play an integral role
in the lives of their children –
as mentors, providers, caregivers
and so much more.
Fathers provide a firm foundation
on which his children stand.
Our Father did all this and more.
Thank you for being YOU!
Theresa DeRosa
August 7, 2020
“DAD ”
Dad is a special word
As special as the man
Always there fast as he can!
Devotion to his family
But one of his many traits
On this very day resonates!
Your memory lives on in our hearts
Pure and true are the ties that bind
A beautiful keepsake you left behind!
Brandi Penny
January 11, 2016
Wishing you Happy Birthday. We miss you so much and wish you were here. You are the strongest man I know.
Love you
Johnny and Brandi
Theresa DeRosa
January 12, 2012
I cannot believe the days just continue on, but they do. So many times it seems like just yesterday that I saw you and Gram that summer. You are dearly missed. I know you and dad are up there creating something for us all to see one day. God had a reason for both of you to be in heaven and no longer here with us. I believe in my heart it was to stop the pain you both had. For that I am grateful. I would never want you to be in pain.
You were always a wonderful Grandfather to me and I hope I showed you that. I have so many memories to share and treasure.
Love your first Grandchild,
Theresa Ann
January 11, 2012
Happy Birthday!!!
You are missed everyday and we will put our teacups up for you tonite while we have some crumb cake to.
We love you
Johnny and Brandi
His memory lives on
August 8, 2011
Here's to Pop ~ gone but not forgotten by those who love him!
Mildred Cairo
January 13, 2011
When someone you love becomes a memory,the memories become a treasure, We will always treasure your memories of you.
Theresa
January 11, 2011
This day marks the birth of my Father ~ 87 years ago! As I celebrate the life of our Dad, I am drawn to the words written by my dearly beloved (which what often seems like ages ago). I love both men ~ each on different levels, each for different reasons. Both have moved on to higher ground, embraced in the arms of our Lord.
Allow me to share a part of the love he felt for my Father ~ words from a man who considered himself a "son" of the Father I brought into his life.
Written by Vincent on August 29, 2005:
Philip Angelo Cairo – “my guru”
We all feel your loss in many different ways ~ probably in as many varying ways as there are numerous and diverse aspects of your life that live on in our lives today. Today I feel your loss in just one aspect of my life in a love that we both shared – the love of building and creating with our bear hands.
Pop has always been my personal guru – a mentor more than he likely knew. There was never a time when he did not have the answer (or the trick to do it right) whenever I would go to him with yet another query in the wonderful world of building. Just today when confronted with a concrete question, I felt his loss dearly. A friend was in a quandary about how to solve a major concrete blunder. I turned to my friend and found myself saying, “There wasn’t a thing about concrete I couldn't bring to the ‘ole man’ ~ but my guru is gone! We’re on our own to figure out this one!”
“Ole man” ( a term of genuine endearment), you taught me well – working me to a pulp a few times (as I vividly and fondly recall a man 20 years my senior working my butt off, putting in the barn roof in Maine) – but the lessons you taught me continue to live on. No one could or ever will take your place. Thank you for opening the world of creativity to these once clumsy hands.
Your son, Vincent
Respectfully shared by the love of Vincent's life...and by my Father's daughter
jpc
January 8, 2011
“Paternal”
(Authored December 25, 2010)
My Father’s generation was often declared “The Greatest Generation” of all and rightfully so.
And with that introduction – tells a lot of what my Father was made of – and stood for.
He did the best (in earnest) he could – with of what he was equipped with.
The challenges were many, but he had the gumption to build mountains between him and of adversity.
For a man who could neither read or write – the placement for advancement of (any kind) in life were few, but he did not fall upon bent knees. He stood firmly erect for what mattered to him the most --
FAMILY.
For most of his working life brawn and street smarts put him over the top – in work – where sweat and physical hard labor toiled.
Of things he did not understand – he just did not have the capacity to comprehend – but he did not falter.
Shallow - (No Way) – we are all given gifts to which my Father was omitted – disallowed.
Inside my Father’s eyes was the sternness of truth. Within his heart was a place where respect meant everything.
The anger mostly came directly from the frustration of his childhood, which he could never let go of ~ or deal with.
Where does anyone find truth - unless they witness that reality from someone else? The teachings unprovoked – a training procedure – for anyone to obtain directly – from someone who weathers the storm with the words of truth from the mouth of the man himself.
Where do you gain the knowledge of respect unless someone shows you in kind about what the meaning of respect is?
His mind – his cranium – enabled him to construct, with the help of my Mother, a house that became a home for his children from basement to second story roof. The house stood like a palace – while he was alive.
He taught – “persevere of what keeps you in shelter” – simply put – without a house there is no home.
The bills were always paid. Food provided upon the table. Clothes upon our backs.
My best Christmas was within his presence – as a child. My memory of working side by side with him – gives to me – proud moments of togetherness – to complete a job. He never failed me – was always there for me.
In all, he taught lessons that were an exercise of obedience in life. I have witnessed his downfalls but I also witnessed his resurgent. That is what life is all about – if you fall, you get up.
Just as World War II was a war that should have ended all wars, lessons taught by my Father should have been bequeath upon us – like a blessing of the fleet – but some were not taken by all – a tragic list in the privacy of the free mind. That was a price to pay that we all could not afford.
Philip Angelo Cairo – he hated his middle name – never told me of “Why?”
But his legacy was a foundation, to construct upon it – as you wish - if you learned by his direction, of inner calling.
Daughter - Beloved - Grandmother
December 31, 2010
Philip - Dad - Popi -
A man by any other name could include the "New Year Baby" ~ a role he played so daringly. This evening I remember fondly the days he would don a diaper and ring in the New Year as the "New Year Baby."
Cheers to you, "ole man" ~ another name proudly yours.....one spoken with nothing less than utter respect!
May you, Vincent and David
~ three generations are thee ~
rest in peace but sing with glee.
Ringing in this New Year
in nothing less than fine fashion
and, of course, with a flare of passion.
(JPC)
November 15, 2010
27 October 2010
“Father – Heartfelt”
I miss the deliberately slow walks with him – around the block of Marlinton Lane.
With his wisdom spilling outward as his hands gesturing – descriptive motion of alliance in the atmosphere above us.
Like an Indian chief speaking to his tribe of fearless braves – about surviving life.
And not allowing life to conquer your will to live.
The wisdom of someone grand can not be taken with just a dash of tablespoon sugar
But with small doses of familiarity to soothe the ailing heart.
JPC
November 15, 2010
27 October
“Superman Lives”
My Father lives within the reflection of his
Laughter
Childlike humor
Outright thoughtfulness
The stare of stern selflessness
Prancing, dancing feet
Prideful work ethic.
And the image-vision of him
Forever planted upon my mind.
His nerve of never wanting to be
Interrupted while he spoke.
I miss the spark of his inventiveness of mind
And the fire of his anger.
I respected his quiet moments alone
And his right to sit at the head of the table.
Love, Joseph
September 11, 2010
For our Father
I have never touched the blood of my Father
For I can not emulate his greatness of stature.
jpc
August 15, 2010
"We lost a lot - when we lost Dad from Earth -"
"Stability -
Wisdom
but the most of all - he was the heart and soul of this family."
Gave no quarter
Ask of no pardon - for what sprung freely from his tongue.
He was brutally honest -
Memoralizing the man
August 8, 2010
Here's to you, Popi ~
As I struggle yet with composing
for the words, they do not come;
and swiftly the night draws near,
I am forced to borrow another's words
before this memorial day passes us by.
These words sum the way it is for now.
Broken Chain
We little knew that morning
that God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
you did not go alone;
for part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories,
your love is still our guide;
and though we cannot see you,
you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken and
nothing seems the same,
but as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.
Your daughter ~ gentle and true
June 20, 2010
My Father ~
My father was a powerful man ~ short of stature but big on making a presence! When I think of my father, I think of his hands ~ the hands I feared and the hands that worked so hard to take care of us.
Two years back I coined my own “Daddy’s Hands” as a tribute to him. This day I share (from another’s work) these words that also sum up my Daddy’s hands ~
"I remember Daddy´s hands, working 'til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.”
The man molded my life, far more than I knew. The love in his hands is etched in my heart. Today I pay homage to you!
January 12, 2010
I can't believe it has been five years. I am the first grandchild. That means more to me than you can ever know. i was there with you when you were nervous about the port for the dialysis in your arm. I just sat there with you and tried to reassure you it would be OK. That seems so long ago. You hold a very dear place in my heart and always will. You, my dad, and my son continue to watch over me. You are all my guardian angels.
Thank you for being the man I got to call Grandpa.
Love always,
Theresa Ann
You, my father, hold my heart in your hands
January 11, 2010
A great man holds the heart of his child ~
Forever twofold marks the eleventh
Celebration of you, my father, of your birth,
Coupled with the angst of my husband’s passing.
Two great men forever influencing my life
You at the start til passing my hand to his.
Two great and different loves all my own.
Did the man of cool think fatherhood in the plan?
We enter this world unaware what God has in store.
Look at you ~ father of seven ~ our foundation stone!
One by one each child entered your life.
Or was it you who entered ours?
Changing the other’s in a special way!
Your body grew tired over the years,
We had no choice but to let you go
As difficult as it was to this day!
Your spirit breathes yet at eighty-six,
For a great man holds the heart of his child.
His love, his memory ~ forevermore surpassing.
January 11, 2010
Happy Birthday Mr. Cairo.
We will have hot tea and crumb cake for you.
Love,
Johnny and Brandi
missing you
December 25, 2009
Christmas Day ~
Another Christmas Day
Will pass before our eyes.
Oh, how the time flies!
Five Christmases without you
Where has the time gone?
The days just go ~ on and on.
The thought of Pictionary
Has been vividly on my mind
A time when we could all unwind.
I miss those days, Popi
I miss your symbolic art.
Alas, that fragrant ?art.
Most of all, I dare tell,
I dislike that we are apart
My love for you ever in my heart.
As Mom and Phil sing
Happy Birthday to Jesus this day,
You are never more than a thought away.
“He sings to my heart ~ our last dance 7/10/04”
He sings to my heart
August 8, 2009
To the man I call “Popi” ~
Four years have passed us by
No more than a memory apart
Memories that sing to my heart.
Can’t help but envision
Him sitting upon a throne
Delivering orders all his own.
He takes command
Of this I can be sure
It is his own special allure.
He garners respect
Though we are apart
His memory sings to my heart.
your daughter, Theresa
June 21, 2009
About Fathers ~
Have come to realize more than I knew
Fathers do not really get their due.
Provider, protector of family tis true
And “Pop” did have a mighty big brew.
Sometimes gentleness not easily seen;
Was not his makeup or his scene.
But love your family you did do,
Not always getting your real due.
I remain thankful for lessons you taught ~
They most assuredly were not for naught.
You gave me love and called me “Tree”
How fortunate was I to get to know thee.
I took time to know you and your worth
Before you were called from this Earth.
In thanksgiving and loving memory for the man I call "Popi" ~
Our "Sunshine" on her 79th Birthday ~ April 19, 2008
Riches are ours ~ Theresa
January 17, 2009
Your Lady….. my “Sunshine” ~
For years now I’ve called your lady (my Mom) “Sunshine” ~ she always smiles when she hears it! Recent years her smile has transformed to a zestful sound ~ enchantingly soothing to my ears! I can feel her joy as her exuberant smile carries across the airwaves.
Mom’s been sending me some old photos which are bringing me much pleasure. She never ceases to amaze me with her divine “sunshine” spirit. Just two days ago she lit up my world with a profuse array of her sunshine. It arrived at my door in the form of a letter. Amidst coupons was one old photo that transported me to another time and place 30 years ago, coupled with awesome memories of times past.
Just when you think you have managed to recall most of your memory bank, one small photo can embark upon a multitude of more memories. It was just the night before that your granddaughter (my firstborn) reminisced over the good times spent in Maine. The photo energized a visualization of what we had been discussing ~ words she shared here in your Legacy for your birth date.
The photo captured my three young children with your lady and her mother in the backyard woods of your home in Maine. It was bewitching. Those were good years, Dad. Many a good time was spent visiting you and Mom there ~ we five and you two, including the working trips. I’d almost forgotten about the time you and Vincent put the roof on the garage ~ the blustery winds taking the sheet of plywood from your hands, carrying it away, fluttering through the air as though it were a flying carpet. Especially fun were those winter trips. This one photo was my magic carpet ride with sunshine glowing within!
Your lady remains my “Sunshine” ~ you remain my “Popi” ~ I, your daughter!
"Sunshine" gazes to the Heavens ~ April 19, 2008
January 17, 2009
Fun at the Races ~ April 19, 2008
January 17, 2009
Three generations of your ladies ~ April 19, 2008
January 17, 2009
Theresa DeRosa
January 12, 2009
Happy Belated Birthday Grandpa!
I can not believe it has been another year! The 11th is very hard for me, I have the celebration of your birth and another month of dad being gone. Dad left us on the 11th and you joined us on the 11th. You are remembered fondly. I have so many happy memories of times spent with you and grandma. I especially recall the trips we made to Maine. I used to love coming up there and walking through the backyard.
Know you will never be forgotten and are thought of with love.
Love,
Theresa Ann
Theresa
January 12, 2009
Love one another ~
The Bible is a masterpiece and generally accepted as the "foremost of the standard works." It may well be the most aphoristic book in the world. Galatians 6:7 tells us “A man reaps what he sows.” I remember Dad saying that same statement in his own way!
Perhaps that is why I believe in and live strongly the word: “It is more blessed to give than to receive.” (Acts 20:35).
Today I speak to loving one another and quote from that masterpiece:
1 Peter 4:8-11
8. Most important of all, you must sincerely love each other, because love wipes away many sins.
9. Welcome people into your home and don't grumble about it.
10. Each of you has been blessed with one of God's many wonderful gifts to be used in the service of others. So use your gift well.
11. If you have the gift of speaking, preach God's message. If you have the gift of helping others, do it with the strength that God supplies. Everything should be done in a way that will bring honor to God because of Jesus Christ, who is glorious and powerful forever. Amen.
Rest in peace, my dear father ~
Johnny Cairo
January 11, 2009
Happy Birthday Dad!
You are missed very, very much. You were the backbone of the family, and the family isn't the same anymore without you here. I love you, Dad.
Love, Johnny and Brandi
Christine Shourot
January 11, 2009
Happy Birthday, Dad!
Tonight, Johnny, Brandi, Takara, Adam, and I toasted your special day in celebration of you with a cup of tea and a piece of Entenmann's Ultimate crumb cake. We cut a piece for you and surprisingly!! this piece disappeared too! We love you! Happy Birthday to you!
With much love,
Your daughter Christine
We miss you tons and tons and tons!
Theresa DeRosa
January 11, 2009
The heart of a child, the love of a father ~
This morning I read these words from my daughter.
“The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.”
This fact is quite true, as is yet another ~
The father’s heart a protective provider to assume.
Mothers and fathers love their children in different forms.
Neither of these loves is greater than the other ~
Just different ~ each with one accord!
Heart to heart ~ father and mother!
Together, these hearts provide a song of harmony
Love of their children ~ love of one another
A song that dances on till the end of time
Forever our father ~ forever our mother!
The great man is he who does not lose his child’s heart.
This child’s heart has known two great men ~
The man who loved me first ~ my father
The man who loved me last ~ my Vincent. Amen!
How appropriate to read of the heart this day.
January eleventh plays on my heart with gladness.
The date remains at the forefront of my mind,
For the eleventh also plays on my heart with sadness.
The eleventh ~ the celebration of life
The celebration of my father’s birth.
The eleventh ~ the sadness of loss
My beloved Vincent departed this earth.
My heart swells with unending love.
My heart swells with gratitude this day!
My heart feels a certain calm.
My heart feels loss this day.
Beauty of the heart
Is the one lasting beauty!
Beauty of uncompromised love
Stemming beyond sense of duty.
“Gratitude is the heart’s memory” ~
Or so the French proverb goes
Love and gratitude for these men
Forevermore……continually grows.
Their beauty is the memory
That fills my heart with love
Forever grateful for their lives
Remembering both in heaven above.
In closing, I borrow a quote from Louis Nizer ~ “A man who works with his hands is a laborer; a man who works with his hands and his brain is a craftsman; but a man who works with his hands and his brain and his heart is an artist.”
Dad ~ a true artist
in the heart of your daughter ~
Theresa DeRosa
December 25, 2008
Family ~
Youngsters, indeed, from the start
You and she began as two back in 1944.
Over time seven others enter the door.
There was never a doubt
You the fountainhead ~ she the glue,
Each keeping together the crew.
Since leaving for your heavenly home
Some say things have changed.
I say just rearranged.
Change is constant, this is true.
Change is what you make of it
Permit, submit, commit.
You and she together
Gave breath to the heart
Bequeathing all a grand start.
Together you built a family
And a foundation ever strong
For those who care to belong.
You dwell in your heavenly home,
She thrives here on Earth for now.
No one could capture a grander bow.
She now the fountainhead, Dad
Love, honor and respect she is due
Beyond the day she is at home with you.
The sparkle in her eyes captures the sheer essence of the day.
Theresa DeRosa
October 25, 2008
Her sparkle continues to warm his soul ~
We didn’t get to take you there as we’d always hoped. I know that was your one desire ~ at one point your one request. It’s something we should have pushed for more for celebrating your sixtieth. For that, I am forever sorry!
I did not get to do this with my husband ~ we waited too long. You see, both the men in our lives are now gone ~ my mother’s and mine. Three weeks ago today, basically a part of my birthday celebration ~ my daughter and I took my mother to Graceland. My mother carried on outside the gate saying, “This is just for tourists ~ someone making money over a dead man!” This she followed with “But it is what Daddy always wanted to see!” I turned to her, put my arm around me and softly said, “He’ll see it through your eyes, Mom!”
Uncertainties began to flood my head as we approached the gate. Little did I know the showing that lie ahead ~ the sparkle in her eyes, a serene contentment about her face, a bittersweet sadness at times, often loud and hysterical laughter ~ but the twinkle in her eyes I shall never forget! My Dad would have been proud! I can only imagine the gratification of our men seeing their three generations of ladies in their splendor.
Her photo captures the sheer essence of the day! Her sparkling eyes filled the day ~ obviously we did good! As you always taught us, better late than never ~ this one’s for you, Pop!
The man I call "Dad" ~ July 2004
Theresa DeRosa
August 11, 2008
August 11, 2008
Remembering ~
Dad, you gave me the gift of birth.
How I wish you were still here on earth.
You gave me the gift of love for one’s child.
This you gave me, and I smiled and smiled
Vincent gave me the love of a man.
The Lord’s doing for my master plan.
How lucky to have been given such love;
Cherishing how both fit like a glove.
You both have been taken away;
My saddened heart remains at bay.
Until next we shall meet, I pray…I pray.
The eighth and eleventh are days and numbers that do not go by without remembering you both. Remembering you, Dad – the man who loved me first. Remembering you, Vincent – the man who loved me last.
Loving and remembering you both ~
Theresa DeRosa
August 8, 2008
It is said a man’s home is his castle ~
Dad was king in his castle.
Didn’t like his rules? There’d be a hassle!
His hands were gentle ~ his hands were like steel.
How he enjoyed being the “Big Wheel.”
He ruled from the throne
Protecting his family from which he shone.
Tall in statue may not have been his claim.
Husband and Father ~ this was his fame!
He’d draw up a sword to uphold and protect.
No wonder there was so much respect
For the man his children call “Dad”
Always a classic ~ not just a fad!
Oft a court jester breaking out in song.
One couldn’t help but sing along.
Surely a king in his own right
Shining ever bright in the night.
He was a man of many facets
A man whose wealth and assets
Were those he called family mine
For they are what made his life divine.
I believe he left this earth
Knowing his own true worth
Strong, resilient, gentle and strong
Dad, to thee I sing a proud song.
Your memory stirs within, ye king of kings!
Forever proud to be called your daughter.
Eternal Love Everlasting
Christine Shourot
August 8, 2008
8-8-8
Eternity
Love that lasts forever
God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so,
He called it ... Dad
In Loving Memory of My Dad on 8-8-8
With his infinite strength
His infinite power
His infinite wisdom
His infinite love of his family.
Always in my Heart,
Christine
Mildred Cairo
August 8, 2008
In Loving Memory of Philip A. Cairo
August 8, 2008
We can never be separated from those we love because God leaves us with our memories to hold and love that doesn't pass away. In time we realize we have to go on ~~ not only in your home but within our hearts and prayers.
It is one thousand ninety-five days you have gone.
You will never be forgotten.
So rest in peace.
Our Love from your Wife and children and grandchildren.
Theresa DeRosa
June 15, 2008
My father’s hands ~
Strong and resilient
Hardened by many a toil
Crafts you built were brilliant.
Your genius often hidden within the core
Your life was filled with many a chore
Far too many for me to keep score.
No pompous deity did you claim
You stood by your word ever true
Boastfulness was never your game
To own up to your prowess there are few.
My father’s hands ~
Gentle and safe
You cradled us all
From the moment we could crawl.
How does one tell of the man
Seven children, some would have ran
You were there, doing all you can.
Virtues untold for all that he stands
Far more than the sea’s many sands
No one could fill my father’s hands.
Standing firm, dedicated and bold
Forevermore to have and hold
Far more precious than gold.
My father’s hands ~
Strong and resilient
Gentle and strong
I sing today his song.
He molded my life
Far more than I knew
Today I pay homage to you.
Composed from the heart with you in mind, Dad!
Your caring daughter, Theresa
Dad as the Focal Central Point ~~ With All of His Favorite Ladies Surrounding Him
Christine Shourot
June 15, 2008
A Father Is ~~
There in every memory
See his love and care
Strength and hands to count on
Freely he does share
Provider, toil so faithfully
To make our dreams come true
Give strong and tender discipline
Though it is hard to do
A Father is God's chosen one
To lead the family
And point it to His will for life
Of love and harmony...
In loving memory of a one of a kind man ~~
They just don't make them like you, Dad!
Love your Daughter,
Christine
Mildred Cairo
June 15, 2008
Father's Day 2008
On this Father's Day, I wanted to tell you on behalf of my husband, my children's Dad, that he always wanted to make sure the kids were never late to anything.
And also to save some money ~~ even fifty cents.
And to work hard.
I feel my husband worked himself to death. I am not going to let my kids do that.
But Happy Father's Day, Phil!
Your loving and caring daughter, Theresa
April 27, 2008
Aristocratic Lady Goes Derbying....
Dad, it's been a full week now and your lady is still smiling. Her voice bubbled on the phone moments ago ~ excitement of the day still very much alive within!
Mom spent her 79th birthday in fine fashion. Luncheon with most of her gals was only the start of her day ~ three generations of ladies lunching at the local tea room in Smithfield. (Next year we focus vigorously on getting the great-grandkids there to participate.)
Later that afternoon Theresa Ann, Angie, and Phil took Mom on a journey narrated by yours truly. The simulated journey started in Smithfield where we embarked along 460 to Roanoke ~ through the back woods of Tennessee. Threw out some fun-lovin' puns about homes there now with indoor plumbing as we journeyed up I-75 to the smell of the Kentucky blue grass. As we neared Louisville, the gallop of horse hooves became more audibly intense.
The intensity increased as we approached the Gates of Churchill Downs ~ time was fleeting as we arrived just in time for the parade of hats. Presented your fine lady with a glamorously elegant fashion hat of lavender ~ wide scalloped brim of 70” circumference. Millinery fine enough to show, place and win in Millionaire’s Row, she was ready to stroll with the finest of aristocratic ladies and strut her stuff in the parade of hats.
Forgot to mention, Mom was brought back in time to 1973 where her favorite racehorse, Secretariat, ran that historic run in 1973. Being the first Triple Crown winner in 25 years, horse racing was back as the “Sport of Kings” with Secretariat’s emergence . Is it any wonder such a fine lady would choose such a fine thoroughbred?
We raced our horses that evening around the same table where we shared some fond memories ~ you and Mom, Vince and I, your three grandchildren. Jet went wild with all the excitement about the table, but a grand night was had by all. Laughter abounded over and over again!
A week later, Mom is still bubbling as I share her words in a beautiful thank you note that hit my mailbox Friday: “My thanks will always be there ~ each time I just look at the horses, it brings good tears to my eyes….and so grandly done.”
Just one slip-up, Dad ~ I forgot all about the Mint Julep! Just know your lady had the time of her life ~ just two key ingredients missing, that being you and Vincent (the wonderful men in our lives)!
The Most Handsome of All
Mildred Cairo
January 23, 2008
January 11, 1924
August 8, 2005
A million times we miss you,
A million tears we have wept . . .
We wish you had never left.
And there when our sun sinks low in the sky,
God grant that we all meet
In that heaven bye and bye.
Happy 84th Birthday!
With much love,
Your wife, children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren.
Your daughter, Theresa
January 11, 2008
Here’s to the man ~
He was worth his weight in gold (and thensome).
May we be half as wise when we grow old.
Truth be told.....
Here’s to the man ~ more precious than gold.
Always with loving memories ~
Forever in Our Hearts ~~ One Special Dad
Christine Shourot
January 11, 2008
We Celebrate Your Life
Of all the men in the whole wide world
Whose praises are sung out loud,
My father means so many things,
Someone of whom I am so proud.
Throughout the years you’ve worked so hard
To provide us a happy life;
You’ve been there to help and give advice,
And you did it all without strife.
That is why on this day each year,
Cherished memories I hold on to;
Today we celebrate your life,
So Dad, Happy Birthday to you!
Theresa DeRosa
November 23, 2007
Thanksgiving.....
This year I got to spend Thanksgiving with Grandma. It was very nice to have four generations of our family all together. Even with all the loss the last two years we do have a lot to be thankful for since we had such a wonderful man as a part of our lives.
I love you Grandpa...
Theresa Ann
Just Loved His Karaoke Singing!
Christine Shourot
November 22, 2007
My Dad loved to sing (truly loved karaoke), loved to play games, and loved his family dearly.
You are very much missed on this holiday ~~ a day where we sang songs, played Pictionary, and just enjoyed each other!
Thank You For A Wonderful Dad!
Christine Shourot
November 22, 2007
Thanksgiving Day 2007
Today I give thanks for having someone as caring and giving and hard-working and great and wonderful as you for my "Dad."
With love,
Sadly missed by wife and children ~
August 23, 2007
2005 - 2007
Two years have passed since God called you home, yet we miss you as much as if it were yesterday. We keep your memory close to us each day and find comfort in knowing you have a heavenly home with our Lord Jesus Christ.
Your daughter, Theresa
August 8, 2007
Here's to the Man ~
With a root beer in hand, I toast the man I call "Poppy" ~ my Father, my Dad, my teacher, one of my heroes, his "Pop" ~ in every sense of the word! I remain ever so thankful to have been by your side the wee hours of that morning when you re-awakened ~ so full of life just before your passing…..such as you grasped your life, in general. The memories of that morning "echo" within at this pivotal moment, as does the echo of your memory stirs within my heart.
We miss your jokes, the "facts of life" and those outrageous tags with which you honored only those you truly loved ~ Banana Nose, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Little Tree, Christopher Columbus, and Casper the Ghost.
Our Last Dance!
August 2, 2007
That's our Dad! (2/7/2005)
Your memory resides in my heart ~
June 21, 2007
Father's Day 2007
Neither mourn nor celebrate
This day that fathers should be kings,
But let it be appropriate
To sing of sunlight sorrow brings.
This day that fathers should be kings.
Joseph Cairo
June 10, 2007
"The Clarification of Phillip Angelo"
11-Jan-1924
Written on 25 Dec 2006
My father never picked his words within comfort -- he spat them out of what he thought aloud -- he was no prisoner of the mind.
He was no saint of equal value walking upon this hallow ground called Earth -- yet -- inside my lifetime -- neither have I -- ever witnessed ANYONE worthy of being proclaimed inside the manner of sainthood either.
He was of what he was -- a man of little faith but solid principle --
If he liked you -- you were permitted a welcome into his household.
His worldly views were often vested inside self prejudice -- of never being swayed -- he was a man who stood up for his rights -- and never backed down an inch.
He could charm you or befuddle you with his own animated actions of daily activity.
His family was his love and duty -- his work his hobby.
My father did not laugh much -- he provided the jokes -- we were his fortunate audience -- within his skits of high brow comedy -- for the laughter of others -- A comic never laughs aloud at jokes of his own design.
My father told it -- from where he saw it -- of what the mind suggests or the heart felt -- Dad always was upon the edge of telling the truth above all straight from the lips of the man himself.
My mother lived more of an illusionary world (this is not to degrade her) -- where everyone got along -- she wanted a world that was not inside the pretense of the present but was certainly a place that was clutching safeness without worry which was not at all real -- but was very promising.
As my father told the truth of what appeared all around him -- Mom would render to pacify not in a bad sense -- but inside the hoping that things were much brighter than they seem to be.
My father on canvas -- no brush stroke will assume my father alive -- there is not enough colors to portray his likeness -- not enough blends to fulfill his demeanor.
Not even a photograph of him depicts of who he was to me.
Only the plain simplification of mind -- gives back to me -- a portion of what he was -- a man of statement -- not afraid to declare himself whole.
He was not "pop up" art or of a framed illusion -- He was my Dad --
My father always taught me that my word was my bond -- that if you make a promise -- you complete that issue of deed.
If he could not complete a job he started (which was not often) he would not ask for money for hours worked -- or compensation for material used -- even if he had worked months on end to finish a task.
His word of Pride meant more to him -- than that of monetary sanction -- he was a man of principle to the very end.
Always was of what he was -- he was my father --
To Him -- I pass the chalice -- to drink from -- of outermost admiration.
Joseph P. Cairo
Acceptance of oneself is the only crucial act that bears us the accord of the life of being natural.
It's not a heartfelt or mindly matter -- but a living purpose to be recognized of who you are by others who view you of who you are not.
No statement can DENY self purpose.
No affection is WORTHY of self sacrifice.
For myself -- I miss his structure of BEING -- his OPENNESS -- so WISE and BOLD -- and above all -- of being of what he was to me -- MY FATHER.
JPC
The man at his best.......
March 13, 2007
Isn't love grand!!
March 13, 2007
and family was truly his as well...
March 13, 2007
Family is her life ~
March 13, 2007
The man ~ our foundation
March 13, 2007
Valentine's Day 1999
March 13, 2007
Yet another awesome double exposure ~
March 13, 2007
She was always in the background, but ever watchful over him.
March 13, 2007
Can you believe ~ married only 50 Years?
March 13, 2007
But I don't need another shirt!!!
March 13, 2007
We celebrate you
March 13, 2007
Dad ~
Strong hands ~
a gentle heart...
and quiet wisdom.
Our Dad was a man of honor ~
strength, widsom and pride were his.
A mountain ~ the foundation
of the kingdom we called home.
Loving memories from your daughter, Theresa
January 11, 2007
To Dad ~ on this his birth date
As we remember the man, remember too what was most important in his life - his wife Mildred and his family.
Dad was a man of many talents and just as many diverse characters. I marvel at this man who I once referred to by saying "it's amazing the incredible job he did in raising a famiily of 7 children with little education." Boy, was I ever wrong! The man may not have possessed book knowledge, for he was not given the opportunity to read and write until our Mother taught him much later in his years.
Dad may not have been book-smart, but he was smart in the ways that really matter. What he possessed was a wisdom far beyond his years, a unique sense of humor, and a divine love for his wife and each of their children. He was a compassionate man who loved with great depth.
Today, as I remember Dad for so many reasons, I think fondly about some of his "unfinished projects" in our childhood home in Bay Shore and the fun days of life in Maine. I think he purposedly left his brilliant woodworking projects that way intently just so he knew he'd have something left to do, for the man did not know how to stop.
Today, as usual, I think also of my husband, Vincent. Today marks three months to the day that Vincent passed on and joined Dad in Heaven. After that August day in 2005 when Dad was called home, Vincent would say to me time and time again that "when 'Pop' had something for me to do, he would call me home to work at his side again."
Rest in peace, you merry gentlemen!
Theresa DeRosa
January 11, 2007
Happy Birthday Grandpa!
Sometimes I still can not believe you are gone.
I am imagining you in a special place in heaven having some root beer and cake to celebrate your birthday. You even have family there with you in heaven and of course all of us left here on earth are missing you and wishing we could be celebrating with you. Even though we can not celebrate in person with you. I know you are looking down on us wanting us to know you will always celebrate everything with us in our hearts.
I love you!
Love,
Theresa Ann
Christine Shourot
January 11, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Happy Second Birthday in Heaven, Dad
I sang Happy Birthday to you this morning. I know you heard me, as I sensed your smile.
You are dearly missed and always close to my heart.
May you celebrate your special day today with the angels in heaven, along with all of your family that you hold so dear in your heart.
With Love and a Special Birthday Kiss snd Hug,
Your Daughter, Christine
Christine Shourot
December 28, 2006
In My Pocket
I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.
My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.
They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.
Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.
But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.
Tree in Brooklyn - Theresa Ann
August 8, 2006
It seems like just yesterday when I was there to visit you and Grandma. I can not believe a whole year has gone by since God brought you to his house.
You are forever present in my heart. Every time it rains I think of you. I know you are watching over me and all of us to keep us safe and happy. This is no different than you would do if you were standing here next to me.
I love you! I know you are finally not in anymore pain and that one little piece of knowledge brings me a tiny bit of peace. Know that you will never be forgotten.
Love always,
Theresa Ann
Christine Shourot
August 8, 2006
The year was two thousand five . . .
Two unique men, no longer alive.
February second and August eighth --
Redefining love and renewing faith.
True men who genuinely cared,
Always there, no comfort was spared.
Two different styles of eternal love,
Together silently guarding from up above.
So many tears, endless sorrow;
Each passing day becomes another tomorrow.
In Loving Memory of Dad and Bob,
Christine Shourot
Joseph P. Cairo
August 7, 2006
"The King's Throne" He could charm you_with lips close,for his Passion for dancing,he would hold on tight,up close or dance away his legs moving the hips swaying he had feet that were happybut the facial look was always serious.Thencompletely out of character he would become a comic a cutup as if a spotlight was present focusing only upon his stance.always finger pointing his words were well chosen to prove his point as he stood tall demanding your divine attention to the few who looked upon him with admiration for his storytelling.He could talk for hours on end without interruption on subjects that was self reating. Then suddenly slip away,leaving the light glowing for an encore that never came. FOR DAD( 8-Aug.-2005
Christine Shourot
June 18, 2006
One year ago, little did I know that would be our last Father’s Day together. Father’s Day was very special to you because you were one very special Dad. Things are quite different now. I am certain that some of these changes would not have happened had you been here, but you are not – so I tilt my hat proudly to you Dad – the stronghold in our family. I miss you and love you very much!
Love you, Dad
Christine
Theresa DeRosa
June 17, 2006
Father's Day:
Anyone can be a father, but it takes a special man to be a “Dad” ~ a man like our Dad. “Pop” (I still call him “Poppy) was a special man – hardworking, loving, caring, sensitive…..the list goes on. He was a simple man who did his best to live life as well as he could. He gave willingly and gave all he had to his family with love.
He may no longer be with us, but he lives on in our hearts, minds and thoughts. We rally in the riches he taught us over the years. This Father’s Day will not be the same because he is not with us, but he lives on in our daily lives. May today be filled with special memories of him. Heaven knows the number is staggering.
Here's to Pop ~ a special "Dad" indeed.
Theresa DeRosa
February 28, 2006
Grandpa,
You have been on my mind a lot lately and I just wanted to say I love and miss you! You will always have a special place in my heart and soul.
Love,
Theresa Ann
Theresa Ann DeRosa
January 12, 2006
Happy Birthday Grandpa!
We miss you. Things are not the same without you. I love you!
Love,
Theresa Ann
Christine Shourot
January 11, 2006
Happy Birthday, Dad!
You are missed on this your special day.
I love you!
Love from your daughter,
Christine
Johnny Cairo
September 10, 2005
"Superman." I've always wanted to be like him. Oh, he is real cause Superman is what we called you, Dad.
The hustle-n-bustle of my active life stops once again on September 8th, 2005.
"My Story of My Superman"
My Dad was strictly old school. You're early to rise, work hard, eat fast, then work some more, and early to bed. Then the next day to do it all over again.
To this day I've never met a man with so much physical strength / endurance. A close second is my Uncle Frank.
Working with Dad was always difficult cause no one could keep up; and if you were too slow, you'd hear it. He had a one of a kind roar . . .
He made Construction Supervisor of a major corporation in New York. They loved him! The bosses, that is! The laborers were now under the mighty hammer of Philly.
I called him "Philly too smooth," cause when you worked with Philly everything went smooth . . . NOT!
I'll leave the rest alone. Only the lucky ones who worked with Philly understand.
Another great man leaves us.
A loving and very giving father. A man with a big heart.
Is there ever enough time to spend with your loved ones?
Dad, you will never EVER be forgotten.
Superman will always live!
I love you!
Your Son, Johnny
Vincent DeRosa
August 29, 2005
Philip Angela Cairo – “my guru”
We all feel your loss in many different ways ~ probably in as many varying ways as there are numerous and diverse aspects of your life that live on in our lives today. Today I feel your loss in just one aspect of my life in a love that we both shared ~ the love of building and creating with our bear hands.
Pop has always been my personal guru – a mentor more than he likely knew. There was never a time when he did not have the answer (or the trick to do it right) whenever I would go to him with yet another query in the wonderful world of building. Just today when confronted with a concrete question, I felt his loss dearly. A friend was in a quandary about how to solve a major concrete blunder. I turned to my friend and found myself saying “there wasn’t a thing about concrete I couldn’t bring to the ‘ole man’ ~ but my guru is gone! We’re on our own to figure out this one!”
“Ole man” (a term of genuine endearment), you taught me well – worked me to a pulp a few times (as I vividly and fondly recall a man 20 years my senior working my butt off, putting in the barn roof in Maine) – but the lessons you taught me continue to live on. No one could or ever will take your place. Thank you for opening the world of creativity to these once clumsy hands.
Your son, Vincent
Joseph P. Cairo
August 21, 2005
Superman's Last Stand
9 August 2005
He was a man who I thought would outlive us all -
My father's death should be a testament - that you can disagree but never estrange yourself from another of blood - be content of what you are and of what you have -
My relationship with my father has always been a barrage of misunderstandings - from him to me - from me to him -
I shall miss his wisdom of thought - all my harshness - all my stupidity of mind toward him - seems for not - worth little - as I should have known better - he does not have to suffer that anymore -
He would tell me - inside this low volume pitch of voice - "you messed up, son" - that I knew right away - I actually did -
My father once stated - "I was ignorant" - he was right to express that sentiment - my inherited way of life over the years has sheltered me a loner - to which people who wish to be near my side have suffered the separation of irrevocable mind -
He never gave of me - bad advice to use in the deployment of life -
He was a good judge of character - if he did not like you - there was something he saw in you - that spooked him off from embracing you fondly -
I obtained certain aspects from my father - internally and externally - that are neither his curse or of mine - nor could I challenge or deny them -
The line of calling - Mohawk 5-5384 is no more -
I cannot tell you how many things raced inside my head - of my father - at that actual moment of time - he was the only person on my mind - in my heart -
He was a man you could swear at with incredible expletives - then regret those emotions later -
I hope he did not die alone - but humble angels were by his side - to guide him - to a sacred place -
My father -
Where? is he now -
I hope now - good spirits have covered him whole - (the true Superman has died)
I now know - we are only mortal -
Joseph P. Cairo
Theresa Ann DeRosa
August 20, 2005
Grandpa,
You were always the one that liked to tease us as kids to get us to smile. I will always remember the many, many happy times we had together. I loved to visit you and Grandma in Maine when we came up for Thanksgiving. Those times seem so long ago, but I have such fond memories. As I got older and I was not just a little girl anymore I realized more and more how much you mean to me. I always talked about my grandparents being very special to me. I will miss you very much. You were a very sensitive man who did not show that side to many people unless they really got to know you and read between the lines. I know you loved your family very much. I also will always know I held a special place in your heart and you in mine. I wish I had got to see you the last weekend when mom and Jay where there, but I have a great memory of the two weeks before when we came to visit for two days. Even though you were not feeling very well when we first got in on Friday evening you were smiling and happy and we had a very nice visit. You will be in my memory and heart forever. I am happy you are no longer in pain and hopefully can get some rest now, but I will miss you terribly. I could go on and on about the wonderful memories I have of you and our family times, but I will keep those cherished memories for me to hold on to. You were always a very determined and matter of fact person. Anything you wanted to get done got done.
Love always to you Grandpa. My thoughts are with all our family as we deal with you not being here with us anymore, but instead looking over us all. Just like you would do if you were still sitting here next to me.
Love,
Theresa Ann
Donald Faranda
August 18, 2005
This was a salt of the earth man. He was a great man. Just look around you at his family and see. You are his legacy, his blood.
When I was growing up, I was lucky to have had the father I had. I was also fortunate to have realized it at the time. He was my best friend. I always thought that nobody could have had a better dad than I did. This gave me great comfort when he died.
Your father was of the same calibre. Perhaps from the same mold. Just as good, if not better. He raised good people.
Try to think of the good things, and the good times. Remember, you were blessed to have had him.
You will grieve and grieving is good. Isn't it better to feel bad because you love someone who has passed, then to not have loved them.
Remember his smile and his laugh. Remember he gave all he had for his family. Let your love for him comfort you now.
Perhaps when a cool breeze hits your cheek, you will realize he is still there with you.
After all, nobody is truly gone until there is nobody left to remember them.
Mildred Cairo
August 18, 2005
My Husband, Phil- Dear Lord
I met Phil when he took my Mom to the movies, and I went along with his friend. The coming attraction on the screen was "Five Graves to Cairo." He was sitting beside me and said, "That will be your name someday." Who wants the name Graves, I thought. I first met him in 1943. He was over the next day as well, riding a bike that had girl decals all over it. He road from work in Bay Shore to Babylon. That was a long trip, and he rode every day thereafter.
We had our ups and downs. Once married, the babies started coming. We finally built a garage and lived in it until 1948. We added on to it over the years.
Some of our life was great. Always happy to see my family. My Phil loved his Dad very much. Both were hard workers. We were, what some would call today, living the "old way of life."
Our separation in May, 1956 was not pleasant. My five children missed their home and Dad. There is no sense to bring up some of the past because the hurt doesn't go away.
Coming back to Phil in 1957 meant my children were happy and safe. We had to try to keep our minds clear. Years seemed to pass quickly. We had seven children and two cars and a very nice home. The rest is history.
On August 8th, 2005, you went away. You were gone before we knew it. How many times we need you -- how many times we cry. They say, "Time heals the hurts," so we pray. In my heart you hold a place no one can ever fill. You did not go alone -- for part of all of us went too -- the day God took you home.
Your loving wife, Milly
Takara Shourot
August 18, 2005
My grandfather was one of the strongest men you would meet. He was a man who could do anything that he set his mind to. I will miss you Gramps and love you with all my heart. Love, Mickey Mouse :)
gloria davison
August 15, 2005
Dear Chris and Takara,
I am so sorry to hear of your loss.I am glad that I had the opportunity to meet your dad and family when I visited Va. this past year. It has been such a difficult time and was compounded by losing your dear husband, Takara's dad and now your father. I know that there are no words to make it any easier to bear but having met your parents I know that the tremendous bond of love you all have will help to comfort each of you.
My deepest sympathy goes out to you and your family dear Chris.
I love you,( sister by law) Gloria
Candice Cairo
August 14, 2005
It's very sad that you are gone I am going to miss you deeply. I love you with all my heart and we had such a great time at the graduation and then the party the next day! You were a stubborn man but to make you happy all it took was a big piece of entenmann's cake which you loved, although grandma never agreed with you eating it. But hey lets think now, you are in a much better place and Uncle Bob took ou into his arms he wanted someone up there in heaven with him and that special someone was you now you are both able to watch over everyone at all the same times instead of one person at a time you both are watching us all. I love you Grandpa with all my heart and I am really going to mis you I cry myself to sleep every night because that's the time when things are the hardest I love you and miss you!!
Love your grandaughter Candice!!
Christine Shourot
August 14, 2005
My reflections of my wonderful Dad:
As a baby, I remember a father who held me on his lap, hugging me with his great big burly arms. I remember his birthmark on his stomach. For such a strong man, I remember his tender gentle ways.
As a child, I remember a father who worked very long hours to support his family of seven. He would arise at 4 a.m., come home for dinner at 4 p.m., leave home to help someone or work a second job, and then return home at around 7 or 8 p.m., when he would declare, “Tomorrow is another day!” This meant lights out, and everyone in the household had to retire to bed. It seemed as though the television was turned off always at the best part of the movie.
As a teenager, I remember a father who still continued to work long days. I remember a man who would always lend a hand, not only to his family, but also to neighbors, friends, and relatives. I remember a man who had the strength of an ox. How many people do you know who can carry three of the 20 foot two by eights on their shoulders and walk across scaffolds and cat walks? How many people do you know who can carry three bundles of asphalt shingles and walk up a ladder to a roof on a hot summer’s day and never complain? My Dad was an incredible individual.
I remember a man who could never sit still. My Dad was always fixing, painting, chipping, building, or fiddling with something. There was always a project for my father to do. The longest he would sit still was for the long 8-hour drives we would take to see my grandmother in Maine. He would always drive the whole way too. No help with driving for this man! My Dad was always busy, but he would always find time to give his children that fatherly hug.
As an adult, I remember a father who was more physically fit than most people half his age. He was always physically fit. When I called, he was there. No task was too large for my Dad. It didn’t matter to him whether it was a fallen tree on a house, a garage to be built, a main water pipe break, a roof to be shingled, or something as simple as a lawn to be mowed. It never mattered what the task was, he was there, ready to lend a hand. He took over many a job and commanded his orders as well. He was always the foreman!
Although my Dad did not have the greatest sense of humor, he did possess a strong sense of compassion for people in need. He always did more than his share of helping and never asked for anything in return.
My Dad had a key to everything I ever owned. If he did not have a key, he wasn’t happy until he figured out a way to get a key. He had a way of eventually possessing most of the tools we had in our garage and would allow you to borrow those tools on his terms every once in a while. But you never minded that, because that was the way my Dad was. After all, he was probably the only one who would ever use them anyway. He knew that, and we knew that!
His visits were generally very short, maybe long enough to have a cup of tea, but usually never longer than that. Sometimes he would carry on long conversations. Sometimes he would remain silent. He loved to tell his little stories. But again, conversations were held only on his terms. As was the case for most everything he was involved in.
Over the years my Dad became mellower with age. In recent years, I saw him cry many a tear. He became more sensitive to those he loved so dearly. He was keenly aware of the years passing by. When my husband passed away, my father was deeply saddened by the loss of a wonderful son-in-law. His hugs became hugs of sorrow for my loss. There was not a hug that he gave to me over the past six months that was not accompanied with tears.
During the last hours that I spent with my Dad, I rejoiced in his progress on that Sunday afternoon and evening. He was asking for his favorite foods of crumb cake and root beer. He was thanking his family for staying by his side to make sure that he regained his strength to return back home. He spoke of a friend who did not make it home because no one came to visit him in the hospital, but he mentioned that would not happen to him, as his family was taking care of him 24 hours a day. He was talking about things to make us laugh. He asked me to please not cry anymore. His mind was sharp.
On Monday morning Dr. Newman personally took my mother’s hand and told her that of over 10,000 patients that he has had under his care in his 20 years as a surgeon, he can count on one hand families who have taken care of their loved ones such as our family had taken care of my father. He told her that she was blessed to have such a wonderful and caring family. There was no better compliment that could have been expressed to my mother.
I will sorely miss my Dad. I will miss his Happy New Year kiss and wishes on New Year’s Day. I will miss his karaoke singing ability on his birthday. I will miss the cut out hearts he makes for my Mom on Valentine’s Day. I will miss sharing our traditional Italian appetizer, dubana, with him on Easter. I will miss watching him hang out the flag on Memorial Day. I will miss his skill at Bocce Ball on Father’s Day. I will miss watching him pretend to be able to swim in our pool on the 4th of July. I will miss him sitting in the chair at our barbecues on Labor Day. I will miss his joy of seeing what costume Johnny and Brandi would be wearing for Halloween. I will miss him not so patiently waiting for the turkey to be brought to the table on Thanksgiving. I will miss his "little kid" excitement when he handed you his card and gift on Christmas Day. I will miss my Dad each and every day. I love you, Dad. You are unique, you are special, and you will forever be loved!
With Love, Your Daughter Christine
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