Wednesday, March 25, 2026
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Thanks for the memories. One of the best travel buddies I could ask for. Sometimes the side adventures were the best times. A stopover in Hawaii was one for sure. The night we FaceTime mom to show her your choice of not one dessert but two! She didn’t fall for it.
I will cherish all the pizza get togethers, especially teaching Frank the art of feeding a large supper pizza. I think that day we made 15 pizzas. Our dough boy, Frank kept saying “one more, are you sure”?
You were always proud of your beef barley soup (never the same twice) and happiest when you called us to join you to share the pot. You would share how little it cost to feed the people at the table. One pot of soup - good soup bones from Green’s, that Grace picked up for you, veggies that you got out of the freezer (they cost a dollar you know) and so on. He would say “come on guys surely we can finish the soup. I don’t want leftovers. Have another plate." Yes we ate our soup by in a “plate” not a bowl. Love you Dad. As we all will miss you here, I am happy you are back in the arms of mom listening to Crystal Chandelier.
