Just got an e-mail that the Father of one of my college buddies has passed away. Dr. Frank Rocco, a good man and a retired dentist whom I guess would have been between 65 and 75.
My Dad once told me that he never felt old because of round numbered birthdays, what convined him that he wasn't a kid anymore was when he started going to the funerals of his friends' parents. This is the second of my surrogate dad's (through my Fraternity) that has been called home in the past two years. It's sad and it hits home, I'm not 21 anymore.
Doc Roc, tonight I raise my glass and smoke one of my finest in your honor, You and your wife raised a fine Son and Daughter, you welcomed us into your home no matter what we looked like or how we sometimes behaved. You are a gentleman and you will be missed. Godspeed Doc................................................
My Dad once told me that he never felt old because of round numbered birthdays, what convined him that he wasn't a kid anymore was when he started going to the funerals of his friends' parents. This is the second of my surrogate dad's (through my Fraternity) that has been called home in the past two years. It's sad and it hits home, I'm not 21 anymore.
Doc Roc, tonight I raise my glass and smoke one of my finest in your honor, You and your wife raised a fine Son and Daughter, you welcomed us into your home no matter what we looked like or how we sometimes behaved. You are a gentleman and you will be missed. Godspeed Doc................................................