Famiglia is Italian for family, and I am proud to be of that heritage. I have the greatest family one could ever ask for, something not a lot of people have. I consider myself blessed, especially with how much I put them through growing up, while dealing with undiagnosed to diagnosed Bipolar Disorder along with substance abuse and addiction.
My father was a military man, most importantly he was a family man. My dad was always there for all of us not matter what. Today marks the 3rd year of his passing, so I have a lot to think and talk about. My dad raised a wonderful family with my selfless and passionate mother, still to this day, she makes sure my sister and I are ok and does everything in her power to help. My mom has never not been there for us. My little sister is a beautiful and hard working individual and she has never strayed from being a good and down to earth, caring person. Sometimes I envy her for that, but honestly, I could not be more proud of her tenacity and passion for everything that she does.
I don’t think my family would have turned out the way we did if it wasn’t for my dad. He had this charm and everyone just seemed to gravitate towards him, he had a lot of friends and remained married to my mother for 32 years and 9 months, up until he left this world. I yearn for a love like theirs, one of commitment, honesty, loyalty and respect. They were true companions and partners. They were best friends. They were amazing and beautiful. My dad was funny and I miss his dad jokes and nick names for us. I miss how he always asked us about our day. I miss the best advice I’ve ever recieved. I miss him a lot.
I think my dad pushed my sister and I to be good people, and we both ended up that way, my sister first and me not until my mid 20’s. I had a bad circle of friend and fell into a dark opiate and upper addiction at the time. He helped me get clean by getting me into rehab and then just taking me to church with him when I got back, strengthening our relationship tramendously before he died. It was something special that just he and I did, we bonded over that time so much. I am still clean and sober, and in recovery and my life has improved in so many ways. I do not recognize the lost person I once was.
I am so grateful that my dad and I were able to mend our relationship and have it blossom into not just a father and daughter relationship, but two mature adults sharing with eachother instead of arguing. I know that’s all he ever wanted. I know he would be proud of my family today. My sister and I work hard and are homeowners and my mom still has the most beautful soul, living with pure grace, I love her so much. I love my sister so much.
We grew together after Dad left. Things are different, yes, but we wouldn’t be the people we are today if it wasn’t for him.
We miss you Dad (aka Fazza)