I’m so sorry for your loss. Your Dad was like a second father to me, and some of my best childhood memories include him! I’ll never forget the fort he built for us on Melvern Drive, probably drove your Architecture roots ;-). Or those sleepovers where we took over the living room floor, Atari controllers in hand, KISS blasting, and your Dad keeping a watchful eye on us from his recliner. He was my coach, pretty sure he pulled a few strings to get me onto the legendary Columbian Blue, where we believed we were just a step away from the NBA. And who could forget our apple-picking adventures, where I used apples to "bulk up" my biceps and probably ate or threw more than I ever picked. But mostly and above all, he was a model of patience, especially when dealing with my undiagnosed ADHD back then. Mr. Caldarelli helped shape so many moments in my childhood. Thank you for the memories, Mr. Caldarelli. Rest easy.
My heart and prayers are with you, Dean, and with the rest of my second childhood family, Dave, Jackie, Darleen, Doreen, and Denise.