Remembering My Father

Today I sit and look at the calendar and then at a picture of my father set in a little plastic card displaying the dates of his birth and death, and then I realize, tomorrow is his birthday. He would have been 72 - doesn't really seem that old to me. Cancer saw to it that my dad died just shy of his 70th birthday and just shy of his 40th wedding anniversary. To remember and honor him, I decided to post the Eulogy I wrote and read at his funeral. My father was a good man. I love and miss him.

Eulogy in Memory of my Father, Andrew Amendola.

Year 40

I was invited to the 30th birthday party of a friend and I asked him how it felt to turn 30. He shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything. I told him that this year, I celebrated my 40th and he asked me what was tougher, the 30th or the 40th. Hands down, the tougher of the two was 30! I remember what I was doing and even what I was wearing on that birthday. On March 11, 1999, I went to work, sporting a dark purple, suade, form-fitting skirt and a lavender sweater. I sat at my desk and bawled my eyes out. I hated leaving my 20s. I hated being 30!