Tuesday, March 17, 2015
In August 1966, Uncle Wimpy drove us in our wedding car down Main Street and back up to the Boonton Panther's Club for our reception. He tried to teach me to waltz before our wedding reception. He always had such patience. A few years ago, we went to visit his brother Paul at the nursing home. A DJ was playing music for the residents and we had our dance. I will miss talking to him and visiting him in Boonton. He was a great dad, uncle, grandpa, husband, brother and friend to all. My heart breaks for his family as he was so loved. Rest in peace Uncle Wimpy.
