My Dad How do you sum up the life of a man who spent nearly ten decades on this planet, who along with his father Ira and beloved brother Ray, fought for this always great country in World War II, coming home to tell magnificent stories, not so much of the war itself, but of the in-between times seeing the world with his Navy brothers. When I think of my Dad, I think of his kindness, his intelligence and integrity and the dignity he brought to everything he did whether it was work, or coaching my brothers baseball teams or walking door to door to ask our neighbors to contribute to St. Annes yearly Bishops Fund. I was his challenge, a girl, and a feisty one at that! I am here to say I survived those crazy, fun teenage years and thankfully, so did he! It was during this full of myself phase he said to me, You know, Mary, there will always be someone better than you, just be the best you can be. Wise words from a man who lived every day to the fullest on his own terms. My Dad was one of the most resilient men I know. I never remember him complaining and even in these last two years after he fell, during our daily talks, he would always say he was doing pretty well, his mind still so sharp and curious. This great family man, this fun, engaging, faithful friend lived his life with no regrets, an inspiration for us all. When I think of my Dad, and it will be every day for the rest of my life, theres no good-bye, only love.