Sunday, March 30, 2025
Terri, Charlie, I can’t put into words how sad I am. I’ve known your mother pretty much my whole Life. I can’t remember being with her when either one of us or both weren’t smiling or better yet laughing. Grandma and your mom were surrogate moms when I was little, when my mom had to work.
I remember the first time I met her. It was at a neighborhood baseball game in I believe Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Such a fun day. Your Mom showed up( they were then married). She was young and beautiful and dressed in a Spring dress. Our team consisted of my brothers and uncles plus pick up players. My family were position players with the exception of my uncle Willie, who was the umpire behind the plate. Therein a problem in itself. How that game didn’t bring the police I’ll never know. This was Brooklyn after all.
I remember the other team challenging every pitch called by uncle Willie.
I hope you are at peace Aunt Tess.
Joey with the Hair
