Papa Boo was one of the most influential men in my life. His love for his wife and family were like no other and you saw this on his face everyday. You captured a glimpse of this when he was making pasta and pizzelles with grandma or getting ready for Friday night poker with the Mancini’s or yelling at my cousin Michael for wiring the TV in a way that confused papa or him slipping us a little treat and saying “don’t tell grandma”. My favorite thing was making him say my name because with his Italian accent, it was Kandra instead of Kendra.
I would love spending the night at his house. He would play the organ, I would dance and grandma sang. After the festivities he would tell grandma I wanted some sherbet (even though it was always his idea).
He was also legendary for his wine and wine vinegar. People would also stop by to say hi, enjoy the sounds of the squeeze box or catch a Bills game. There isn’t a day that goes by since he passed that I don’t think of him or miss him. He was my everything and always will be.