I remember pop sitting on his chair on Campbell ave. Sharing his pear or apple with me. Hed cut it with what I called his fruit knife . I can remember his voice and how he would always sing or hum on his way into the house. He was no frank Sinatra but he def had a beat to him .. And when he would cut the lawn and allow me to push my Plastic lawn mower next to him. Ill never forget the things you did for me and all of us, pop. All the stories you would tell us of pop pop Bevacqui that we never had the chance to meet , you really brought him to life for us. Im still in shock and I hate goodbyes . But I wish I had a chance to atleast say it one last time in person. You are truly missed.
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 22:41:16 +0000
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