Jimmy posted a condolence
Pop,
I remember as a little boy, waiting by the front window at five o'clock.
As the white Ford came to rest in front of the house we would yell, "Daddy's home!"
We couldn't love you any more.
As time went by, we would be playing in the street or riding our bikes. As the big red
Buick coasted down Buffalo Avenue, we would race to the house. Daddy's home!
We couldn't love you any more.
More years rolled by. After school jobs, girldfriends, boyfriends. We weren't there at five o'clock.
But we didn't love you any less.
Starting our own families, hearing our own children say, "Daddy"s home." You stopped working and were always home.
But we didn't love you any less.
Moving to Bayville, farther from some, closer to others, Daddy was home.
But we didn't love you any less.
On January 17th, with your children all around, we whispered, "Daddy's home." You are truly home.
We couldn't love you anymore.
Your son,
Jimmy
