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This is another one of those vents ya know?..but it'll probably turn into a tribute.
So if you dont want to read it this is your last chance to leave and not have to read it.
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ok..well, thats your problem if you didnt want to read it, because now im going to start.
In 2000, my family lost a very very special man. Carlo Murano, my Papa, went in for open heart surgery(i think it was triple bypass, but someone can correct me if im wrong) on May 15th or 16th, he was terrified he wasnt going to make it off the operating table. But he did..and amazingly, he was recovering quickly. On May 21st 2000, He was supposed to come home. We were all eager to see because, i wasnt even 10 yet,and i wasnt allowed to see him when he was in the hospital. I believe, correct me if im wrong, it was a monday. and I got called out of class at the begininng of the day and told my father was here to pick me up. This was a suprise, but, being the 9 year old i was, could only think "oh boy Papa's HOME and daddys comin to get me to go see him!!" Something seemed alittle off though. Dad was quiet, and when we got home, mom was sitting in the kitchen, and even a 4th grader could tell she had been crying. We sat down. at the table, and she explained what had happend..at first, it didnt really register. I had to stiffle a giggle or two actually..being the 4th grader that i was, i thought she was joking. she wasnt. We were out of school for most of the week, because dad wasnt sure how we would react to Papas death. We went to the wake, were Aunt Jenny told my mother and my father how irresponsible they were for bringing us there, she said we were too young. Mom and Dad both told her we deserved to be there, he was our papa after all, and we love him dearly. We were very close to our Papa. At the funeral it really hit me. I cried over him for the first time the day of the funeral. After it really sank in, i cried alot over it. Every time i went to visit Nana.. it was "nana, wheres Papa?..oh.." and the tears came.
-No more walks around the block. No more swim tests, dive ratings, or fending off the dogs with his walking stick, always making sure i was safe during walks. No more having the whole family together on the holidays, and waiting for him to explaim "MANJA!! Merry Christmas!!" signalling we could finally dig into my Nana's amazing pasta and sauce and everything else she made. No more picking me up and twirling me around. and i think the thing i miss the most, is the 6am Donut runs we would take. Just him and me. as soon as i woke up, id get him up and we'd go where ever i wanted for donuts and bring home a couple dozen donuts for the family. We knew all the people working at the dunkin donuts near his house by name, and were on a first name basis, and they knew what all our favorite donuts were. Oh how i miss those donuts runs. He used to show me off to all the people in there. He always knew just what to say to make them all laugh, because most were ont he way to work, and very tired, he could always have the whole place smiling before we left. He was a great man. Very Italian, Very Loud, and Very Loving.
-He's been taken away from so many people who loved him all because of the carelessness of people at the hospital he was in. He was a big man, and they were afraid to get him up walking after the surgery, and consequently, he get a blood clot, and died of a heart attack in less than a split second. They couldnt bring him back. AND ITS ALL THEIR FAULT THAT HE'S GONE!! He is greatly missed. We all love him and miss him dearly.
At the funeral we got little cards with poems on them..i have the poem memorized:
God saw you were getting tired,
and a cure was not to be
So he put his arms around you
and whispered "Come to me"
With tearful Eyes we watched you
and saw you pass away
Although we loved you dearly
we could not make you stay
A golden heart stopped beating
Hard working hands at rest
God Broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the *best*
We love you Papa.
Love Always,
Your second grandchild, Lacey
but also with love from all the cousins(the grandchildren) April,Nik,Katie,and now from your first great-grandchild, Madeline Frazier.
So if you dont want to read it this is your last chance to leave and not have to read it.
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ok..well, thats your problem if you didnt want to read it, because now im going to start.
In 2000, my family lost a very very special man. Carlo Murano, my Papa, went in for open heart surgery(i think it was triple bypass, but someone can correct me if im wrong) on May 15th or 16th, he was terrified he wasnt going to make it off the operating table. But he did..and amazingly, he was recovering quickly. On May 21st 2000, He was supposed to come home. We were all eager to see because, i wasnt even 10 yet,and i wasnt allowed to see him when he was in the hospital. I believe, correct me if im wrong, it was a monday. and I got called out of class at the begininng of the day and told my father was here to pick me up. This was a suprise, but, being the 9 year old i was, could only think "oh boy Papa's HOME and daddys comin to get me to go see him!!" Something seemed alittle off though. Dad was quiet, and when we got home, mom was sitting in the kitchen, and even a 4th grader could tell she had been crying. We sat down. at the table, and she explained what had happend..at first, it didnt really register. I had to stiffle a giggle or two actually..being the 4th grader that i was, i thought she was joking. she wasnt. We were out of school for most of the week, because dad wasnt sure how we would react to Papas death. We went to the wake, were Aunt Jenny told my mother and my father how irresponsible they were for bringing us there, she said we were too young. Mom and Dad both told her we deserved to be there, he was our papa after all, and we love him dearly. We were very close to our Papa. At the funeral it really hit me. I cried over him for the first time the day of the funeral. After it really sank in, i cried alot over it. Every time i went to visit Nana.. it was "nana, wheres Papa?..oh.." and the tears came.
-No more walks around the block. No more swim tests, dive ratings, or fending off the dogs with his walking stick, always making sure i was safe during walks. No more having the whole family together on the holidays, and waiting for him to explaim "MANJA!! Merry Christmas!!" signalling we could finally dig into my Nana's amazing pasta and sauce and everything else she made. No more picking me up and twirling me around. and i think the thing i miss the most, is the 6am Donut runs we would take. Just him and me. as soon as i woke up, id get him up and we'd go where ever i wanted for donuts and bring home a couple dozen donuts for the family. We knew all the people working at the dunkin donuts near his house by name, and were on a first name basis, and they knew what all our favorite donuts were. Oh how i miss those donuts runs. He used to show me off to all the people in there. He always knew just what to say to make them all laugh, because most were ont he way to work, and very tired, he could always have the whole place smiling before we left. He was a great man. Very Italian, Very Loud, and Very Loving.
-He's been taken away from so many people who loved him all because of the carelessness of people at the hospital he was in. He was a big man, and they were afraid to get him up walking after the surgery, and consequently, he get a blood clot, and died of a heart attack in less than a split second. They couldnt bring him back. AND ITS ALL THEIR FAULT THAT HE'S GONE!! He is greatly missed. We all love him and miss him dearly.
At the funeral we got little cards with poems on them..i have the poem memorized:
God saw you were getting tired,
and a cure was not to be
So he put his arms around you
and whispered "Come to me"
With tearful Eyes we watched you
and saw you pass away
Although we loved you dearly
we could not make you stay
A golden heart stopped beating
Hard working hands at rest
God Broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the *best*
We love you Papa.
Love Always,
Your second grandchild, Lacey
but also with love from all the cousins(the grandchildren) April,Nik,Katie,and now from your first great-grandchild, Madeline Frazier.