My Dear Cousin,
I’ve known you for virtually my entire life, being a mere 5 weeks older than you. One of my earliest memories of you is waiting… waiting… waiting, and finally seeing that Chrysler pull up on Irene St., and running out to greet you as you all piled out of the car. Another early memory I have is you, Mike and me were at the park. Mike must’ve said or did something that pissed me off. I had a baseball bat, and he started running. Mike was appx. 20 foot away, and I threw the bat, and it twirled perfectly like a helicopter blade, and caught him right in the legs and he went down. I like to think that that really cemented our friendship. I mean virtually the same age, the same name, and I took Mike down.
As time went on, we didn’t really see that much of each other, building our own lives and families, but, you and Carol never missed an opportunity to come down to San Jose, especially at the traditional New Year’s Day get-togethers. You always had a strong sense of family, and that was demonstrated in numerous ways, not the least being your genealogical prowess. All of the research you did on our ancestors is greatly appreciated by many people, and will live on forever. And going through those volumes of the church records at the Chiesa San Nicola di Mira in Macchia Valfortore is also something I’ll never forget, especially the soft feel of that almost 200 year old paper.
And as I mentioned above, your familial sense was second to none. After my mom died, you were the one that stepped up and tried to keep the New Year’s Day tradition going. We were able to keep it going for a few years, but it soon died out. However, some of my most treasured experiences started at one of those New Year’s Day get-togethers. It was at Hal & Patty’s, and Jonee mentioned that we were planning on going to Italy, and you said “we wanna go too”. And with that comment as the foundation, we all planned that first trip to Italy in 2008. And it culminated in that amazing journey to Macchia Valfortore, walking the very same streets that our ancestors did all those many years ago. It was such an emotional watershed moment, I’ll never forget it. And have you to thank for it, because although we wanted to go to Italy, I really don’t know if we ever would have if you didn’t help plan it. And that really was the re-start of a very close relationship, which translated to travelling to all those amazing European locales together. The Sistine Chapel, St. Peter’s, The Pantheon, The Pieta, Michelangelo’s David, all those beautiful churches, Evening Vespers at the Duomo, 2 Popes, the Colosseum, that food, that wine, that gelato, Casa di Santa Brigida, Pompeii, Mt. Etna, Capri, The Amalfi Coast, Positano, that $530 meal on your anniversary in Copenhagen, Catherine’s and Peter’s Palaces in St. Petersburg, The B.B. King All-Stars on the Eurodam, Care Package apricot’s from San Jose at the Berlin Airlift Museum, The Berlin Wall, … all amazing places I’ll never forget, and will also always be a connection to you. And not to forget our cherished wine and cheese visits to each other’s homes, the family picture parties at Bill & Robin’s, with Arnie being the primary picture identifier, and your Einstein suggestion of inviting Marilyn and Terry to participate in our Bocce contests. Who would’ve imagined that Marilyn would be a ringer for our team, La Familia.
You signed many of your emails ‘amore a tutti’, well,all that love you sent to everybody is back at you 100 fold.
I may not have told you all of this specifically, but I do feel that you knew it. I hope the tears falling on my keyboard do not short it out so I could finish.
I miss you immeasurably, for many, many things, but perhaps mostly, will miss your laugh.
Travel well cugino.
Love,
Steve