One of the things I most loved about Anthony was how much he was loved (and still is) by the extended family of all of his sisters’ and brothers’ families. He was so close to his multitude of nephews and nieces, and friends; he was the life of the party, a confidante to some, even a travel companion to others. Before the dementia set it, Anthony knew every family story possible. He told me many memorable and shocking stories about the past – so interesting, so fascinating for a naive girl like me, and. later, fascinating to a new wife like me.
Anthony was, it seemed to me, the fountain of knowledge in terms of his family history and, when we married, he knew everything about everybody. I made it my job to learn about all of the many siblings’ offsprings’ offspring until we had Ming and then it just became too hard to follow the trail exactly because we were too entranced with Ming!
I married a man who was so loved, respected and admired by so many people that I felt an enormous sense of pride on our wedding day because I knew without any doubt that I was marrying a good man.
Anthony’s death has left a gaping whale-song of a lilt in my heart, of course! But his death also always reminds me of how he was, and still is….
Loved.
jmgoyder 
and that will never go away
Beautiful words xx
You honour this man so beautifully with these anecdotes. He chose well, when he chose you.
What a fabulous person he was.
His death left a hole in the hearts of many
Oh wow, Joanne, I am mostly not responding to comments but this one made me cry and I am so grateful for your incredible support. Thank you!
Beautiful! In the end love is all that’s matters. 💚🌈