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Jerry, my dad, who died almost 30 years ago, was born today in 1927. Here I am with him -- he had lost just about all of his words and I had none to express the grief of watching him suffer. I think about him everyday, miss him so much, and do everything I can to be the best version of the person he (and my mother) raised me to be.
Here is another picture, in honor of my dad's birthday. Dad and I -- from days gone by in Verona, New Jersey. He would have loved the Sopranos!
