Losing him so suddenly has left a space in our lives that words can barely touch. He was one of only three people in this world who ever called me “Jenny,”(His Mother, Aunt Linda, Nana and Him) and somehow he made that simple nickname feel like love, family, and home all wrapped into one.
He had a heart of pure gold—one of those rare souls who gave without expecting anything in return. His sense of humor could lighten even the heaviest days, and his laughter had a way of pulling you in and reminding you that life still had joy in it. He was strong in all the ways that mattered. He would never let anyone push him around, yet he showed a softness and loyalty toward the people he cared about that few ever truly master.
He took care of those around him without hesitation, quietly and consistently showing up for the people he loved. If someone needed a hand, he offered both of his. If someone needed support, he became their strength. That was simply who he was.
His passing was sudden and unexpected, and it’s hard to imagine the world without him in it. But we carry his humor, his kindness, his stubborn strength, and his love with us. And every once in a while, if someone calls me “Jenny,” I know I’ll hear him in that memory—smiling, teasing, loving us like he always did.
He was one of a kind, and he will be deeply, forever missed.