Me and Gino taken at my daughter's wedding day in 2006
To blog or not to blog, was my one big question. Keeping in touch on line, I thought might be one solution. Can I reconnect with family and friends with no interruption, follow my blog and check out my life's celebration.
This poem brought tears to my eyes as I recall everything that happened leading up to having to go to your house to tell you about Gino. I hate that I was the first to know. I hated having to try to get my dad to come to the house so the cops could tell him. I hated not being able to tell you right away and I hated having to tell Anjay what really wanted when they were all so worried.
ReplyDeleteBut this photo just shows how lovable and fun Gino was so instead of feeling sad on each and every Sunday, let's try and think of some good times we had with him on Sundays...like going for dim sum.
I'm so sorry that you were the one to carry all the pain for all of us. I'm so sorry that Mike had to do what I or your Dad should have done. I am so sorry that you had to deal with all of Gino's friends on that day. But with all that said, you are so right about thinking of Gino and the GREAT times we had, because out of all 26 years, there was only one very very sad day of his life.
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