I will miss my Uncle Angelo. I have so many wonderful memories. I remember when we were kids at my Grandparents house on Hickory Street. We would get a little out of control and he would sit all of us down on the couch and play Italian records while singing them to us...in Italian, of course. I remember watching him run out the door with his softball glove and up the sidewalk to play ball with his friends on the hill. I remember when he was dating Aunt Maria and how happy he was. I remember how excited he was to have his new 10,000 BTU window air conditioning unit upstairs. I remember the jokes he used to tell us, like 'look at that s car go!' He was always happy, excited, or upbeat about something.
We shared so many conversations over the years. We talked about everything. Back in the early 80's we talked about purchasing stocks and whether or not Chrysler was going to completely fail. I remember all the money and work-related advice he's ever given me. We talked for hours upon hours about gardening and about making wine and about food. He always made me feel like what I had to say mattered to him...like it meant something to him. He always seemed happy to see me.
Those are but a few of the many memories I have with Uncle Angelo. The memories I will treasure most are the moments we shared sipping Jack Daniel's together, discussing whatever happened to be on our minds at that particular point in time. From this day forward and with every glass of Jack I sip, I will think of my Uncle Angelo. I will remember his wisdom, his smile, his warmth, and the many positive influences he had upon my life. Such a great man...