In Memoriam

No Reviews today. My Father-In-Law died yesturday, and I'm feeling a bit...bruised.
My Sweet Babboo flew out Tuesday afternoon, after we received word that he was failing fast, and got there late in the evening. His Brother picked him up at the airport in Phoenix, and they were originally going to go home, and see his Dad in the morning, but the nice lady at the Home strongly suggested that they come and see him that night. They demurred, because they didn't want to keep her up so late, but they did go...and got to see him and talk to him, and he knew they were there. Thank goodness they DID go...because he passed away about six the next morning.

He was 88 years old, and would have been 89 in May, so he had a good run. He was tired, and sick, and ready to go...but I'm not sure that I feel the same way. He was smart, and funny and handsome (just like my Sweet Babboo). He fought in World War II, in North Africa, France and Germany when he was barely 20 years old. He came home and married his childhood sweetheart, had two sons, and started as a teller at the bank, and became the President and CEO of the Bank, and loved his kids, his grandchildren, German cars, Marinara sauce, red wine and Pepe's Pizza.

So...no reviews today. Except a toast to Frank J. Pascale/