Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: 25 miles northwest of Boston
Bikes: Bottecchia Sprint
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lost my Father-In-Law 6 days ago
Today is Wifey & my 23rd wedding anniversary and so reflecting on that will be bittersweet today. We have happy photos and even video of her Dad, thanks to her Uncle, of that day, a gorgeous fall day. We got to share many many happy days together. We should all be so lucky, to enjoy so many.
He was a very smart guy but never full of himself, and never talked down to me. He was very kind and a good listener, and would never interrupt you when you were talking.
He and I shared a love for maps and talking about directions, maybe thatís why Wifey has such a good sense of direction. He also loved automobiles, taught her to drive a stick, and was the first person to tell me "itís OK to skip a gear sometimes".
He was a dear, dear man, rock solid, steadfast, a survivor & the salt of the Earth. My Father-In-Law will be deeply missed and remembered forever, his legacy still living through my wife and kids.
I remember many activities with him, bicycling on Marthaís Vineyard and Block Island, X-Country Skiing in Vermont and various walks in New England.
When it came to grilling he showed me precisely how many charcoal bricks to use without any waste. He always knew just how many to use to cook what he had to serve, never too many or too little and the grill was always the perfect temperature.
He loved to garden and work with the Earth. This past week I got to spend some alone time with HIS Earth (at his home) and work with his tools and think about what he thought about as he used them. It was special for me to share that with him even though I was alone.
He liked an occasional cocktail and I shared many drinks with him over the years. While he wasnít a smoker, he indulged me when my kids were born, when we lit up a couple of stogies with our vodka on ice.
One of my favorite portraits that I took of him & his wife was at Lambertís Cove Beach on Marthaís Vineyard. It is a special place they shared with friends and family. In fact, the last time I saw him was on Marthaís Vineyard just a few weeks ago. They came to the ferry to see us off. He waved goodbye and I waved back.