Living Proof

Rainy, dreary, foggy, unclear. It’s been like this for a bit... I haven’t been updating this site because my dad is sick right now and in the hospital. The family and I have been huddling around dad’s bed smiling so he can’t see the many tears held back for him. While we know the diagnosis and grim news, dad smiles, with hope, because some of the ‘truth’ has been hidden. But, I do believe in miracles and praying for one right now. I haven’t been able to write or think for the most part. My mind’s been so occupied. I guess if it was sunny outside, it would seem as though the weather was mocking us in some twisted way. If you could say a prayer for my dad and ask for a miracle somehow, we’d appreciate it. I miss that crazy Italian telling us awful politically incorrect jokes and stories. It’s strange, after a year of being ‘out of it’ and not himself, while at the hospital this past week, his positive spirit came back somehow. I can’t explain it. We all said, “He’s back!” But while the ...

While being on our little "staycation", my parents let me film them without being camera shy. I have written so much about them on this blog that sometimes, I truly believe that many of my readers don't fully believe the stories I have told. For those of you who haven't read my posts about my dad - he's a true old time Brooklynite. I try to mimic the way he talks, like, "Whaddya tawkin' bow" or "fuggedaboudit" and my one pet peeve, " gotta go to da' ba-troom" . Being that my dad has a sketchy past, his story may offend or shock those who are a bit squeamish, or he might just give you a good laugh. Some content may be a bit "Archie Bunker-ish", so viewer discretion is advised. I tried to censor out as much as I could. Enjoy!