Oh, My Papa

Joyful the sound, the word goes around.


From father to son to son...

That is the photo and those are the words that I have used in my blog for the past four Father’s Days. Each time it is to honor the most beautiful man I have ever known. This year I have again decided to use the more visual tribute.

Dad and his sister Helen making their First Holy Communion  

Dad’s faith was always the most important thing in his life. I so dearly miss praying with him in the morning. I keep his Rosary next to my bed. This past Good Friday I used it. Thank you, Dad.

Dad in his Army uniform

He bravely served our country in World II from age 19 to 21. People like Dad are the reason his generation is referred to as “The Greatest Generation”. He never intended to be a hero, but he was. Thank you, Dad.

Dad at work with a big smile on his face  

He’s smiling because he loved providing and caring for his family. I don’t remember ever hearing him complain about going to work, no matter how tired or sick he was. Thank you, Dad.

Dad with his family celebrating my birthday in 2009

It was the last time that ever happened. He loved his family more than anything on this earth. We were truly blessed to have him as a part of our lives for as long as we did. I only wish it could have been longer. Thank you, Dad. 

Oh, my Papa, to me he was so wonderful


Oh, my Papa, to me he was so good

No one could be, so gentle and so lovable

Oh, my Papa, he always understood.



Gone are the days when he could take me on his knee

And with a smile he'd change my tears to laughter.



Oh, my Papa, so funny, so adorable

Always the clown so funny in his way

Oh, my Papa, to me he was so wonderful.


Deep in my heart I miss him so today.

Thank you, Dad.

Until next time…from the booth.