My father taught me a lot of things in my life. How to shave, why invading Iraq was a bad idea, how to tie a tie, some Italian swear words, etc. etc. All the Dad stuff.
Though most importantly, he taught me how to have a good sense of humor. About the good and the bad. About pain, loss, and change. When he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer a little over two years ago, my father never wanted us to worry. He was a role model for how to cope, even on his hardest days.
He’d say not to sweat the small stuff, most things are small, and take it all day by day.
While our time with him was cut short over the weekend, I’m reminded of his silliness and ability to exude kindness and love to those around him. He lives on through my brothers and me. He was a great husband, father, and jokester. ❤️
Been mulling around on a reality show idea. You find someone who has never been to a wedding and make them plan a wedding for like 300 people. Think judge Judy but a higher chance of divorce.
