My dad loved baseball. He loved his 3 daughters. He LOVED finally getting his boys..his pride and joy..his 4 grandsons. My dad lost his battle to cancer on 12/9/16..a day when his heart stopped beating and a part of ours did to. This man will always be our hero..I know everyone thinks that their dad is the best but ours truly was. He was loved and will be missed by so many. He was the life of the party, would make you laugh until your stomach hurt. He loved to cook and Sundays we would spend it with him..laughing at the dinner table at his stories or impressions. He would give the shirt off his back to anyone..he truly was “one of a kind”. My dad was the luckiest man alive..he had 3 daughters that adored him and 4 grandsons that thought the world of him. When Kristy’s priest came to give him his last rights he made a great statement “I’m sure Jimmy wasn’t perfect, I’m not perfect..in fact…is anyone here in the room perfect?” April he found out that he had cancer. He thought nothing of it and said “I’ll beat this!” He fought so hard, NEVER complained, stayed positive, and had hope that he would beat it all the way until he died. When the first round of chemo didn’t work and the cancer had spread..we were with him…the dr said that we had 2 choices..keep him comfortable or try an aggressive and hard chemo..once again…without even thinking..he did the chemo and kept fighting for his family. We never let him go to an appt, treatment, anything alone because we wanted him to know that he was always supported and we would get through this together. That’s how he went…all of his with him. The sun before he died… I never thought that I would be saying my final goodbyes a few days later..those final days we all had time to tell him special things, tell him how proud we were of him, and that we would be ok. This man has taught me more in the last yr than anyone has taught me in my life. Dad..I’ve always been the strong one of the 3 and I will cont to be because I’m just like you. God has a plan..I don’t understand it right now but someday I will. Thank you for being an amazing dad..and a great pappy Kook. We will make sure to tell stories and keep you alive in our hearts. We found ease in knowing that he finally got to spend a Christmas with his mom again…he was 13 when she lost her battle to cancer. Everyday I cry. Everyday is a battle. Everyday I grow a little bit stronger. Everyday I put a smile on my face for you. Everyday I speak your name or tell stories to Rocco. Everyday I “thank” God for blessing me as your daughter. You were taken way before your time but YOUR Legacy will live on forever. I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU SO MUCH. I dedicate this site and my photography to you…”If you don’t think photos are important, wait until they are all you have left.”
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