My beautiful mom,

The day you died part of me died with you. Thank you for being our mom, our lives will never be the same. It’s hard for me to accept the fact that you’re gone. We’re broken, lost. I’m so sorry I couldn’t say goodbye. I’ll never forget your smile, your love, the funny things you would do to make me laugh. Thank you for being my mama. I will hold you in my heart until I can hold you in my arms again in heaven. I love you mom.

Rest in peace, we will love and miss you always,
Your daughter.

She brought us up well. Was fierce in her protection of all of us. We said goodbye together and will greet each other and her when we are together again. We miss you Mom, more than words can express.

I keep thinking I’ll hear the phone ring, and it’ll be my next door neighbor Lou, calling about the latest neighborhood happenings.

“Hey, didja hear that the guy down the street put in a pool? Hey, didja hear that so-and-so moved to Florida?”

Lots of times I want to pick up the phone and call my neighbor of 45-plus years, and then I remember that the dear friend, Vietnam veteran, and all-around good guy, lost his last battle the end of October 2021. Miss you Lou.

… Dad always dancing or singing every time Frank Sinatra came on.

He would grab each of his four daughters and have them dance with him at any event or just in the backyard. It must have brought him such happiness.

Our story began on a cold night in Toms River in 1992. I was a member of the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronisms) and I heard that one of the households held fighter practice on Wednesday night at the Bus Parking Lot downtown so I decided to go with a friend. There was a guy there with his foot in a cast, chatting away with a group. He was tall, had brown hair but when he looked at me, I saw the most beautiful set of blue eyes. I was hooked. He smiled at me and I walked over to talk to him. He was charming but there was something about him that made me feel incredible. It took another year before we would share our first kiss at Lakewood Renaissance Fair and another five years before we got married in 1998. I will always remember his eyes because they would twinkle when he laughed and I could get lost in them easily. He was my soulmate and a true knight in shining armor. Now he wears the armor of angels in heaven but I know he is watching over our family; always vigilant and protective. Rest in Peace, my love.