Wednesday, July 9, 2008
con te partiro
It's a difficult week for all of us as we approach the second anniversary of John's passing. Our dear crazy friend- warm, gregarious, generous, fun loving, at times outrageous and over the top. But always very genuine and caring to me. The man I referred to as my own personal Auntie Mame. He shared La Vida Loca, albeit in a somewhat more soigne tone. The parties, the holidays, the dinner parties and the casual dinners, the cruises, the afternoons aboard ocean liners and the evenings watching old movies. It was an unforgettable journey.
Last year we all got together to mark the date, this year it seems that we are ready to face it on our own. Training wheels off, so to speak. So rather than a narration of the events of July 11, I'm going to repost below a fun story of a particularly good adventure we all shared. And dedicate one of his favorite songs, one which was played at every party I can recall. Sarah and Andrea say it much more eloquently than I can:
John, I miss you and think of you every day. A toast to you, until I see you again.