Writing about the loss of my father is something that I have not been able to do until now.
why that is the case, I don’t know? All I know is that losing the first man you ever love is also the greatest grief that you can not imagine.
My father was my everything, and still is. I could say that in death things change… they do, but the loss is amplified by 1000.
Like all parents, no-one is perfect… I will purposely just talk about my father as he has shaped me into the person I am today. He was not without flaws, as I am not. The one thing though that my father had ‘was unconditional love’ for his daughter. Again, I purposely leave other family members out of this writing, out of respect for them.
Papa immigrated to the ‘lucky country’ from Italy when he was 18. Oldest of three but the one constant in my life… up until 5 years ago in August. That day will forever be etched in my mind as if it was yesterday…..