06/01/2026
Today marks 4 years since my dad left us earthside.
Since then, my mom and sisters have made it a tradition to celebrate the anniversary of his passing in a different city each year. We’ve come to call it “Daddy’s Day.” This year, he would have been 81, and we chose to be in Boston—the city where he was born and raised.
We feel him with us everywhere we go, whether we’re together as a family or each of us is living our own lives. ✨
We miss him immensely—his incredibly intelligent mind, his steady and patient presence, his calmness no matter what life brought, his dry humor and sarcasm, and the way he never wavered in his responsibility as a father and husband. He was a true family man—completely dependable, always putting everyone else before himself. ♥️
Dad was happiest when we were all together. He’d always be the first one at the door when we pulled into the garage, ready to greet us. I miss his bear hugs more than I can say. I miss his advice, the kind that quietly made everything feel a little more manageable.
I am so proud to be his daughter, and I hope he’s proud of us too—of how far we’ve come, what we’ve built, and the people we’ve grown into along the way.
We love you and miss you, Daddy, today and every day, and we hold onto the hope that we’ll be reunited as a family one day. ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️
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