My Papa lived an authentic life centered on his beloved wife, Ruth, and his (growing) family. I have so many fond memories of swimming in his pool in Essex, hearing stories of sitting on the kitchen counter watching Ruth cook, memorizing poems about blacksmiths for $10, visiting them in New Hampshire in the summer and Florida in the winter.
One of my fondest memories is visiting Papa and Ruth in the Keys by myself in the 9th grade. Papa was so excited to take me snorkeling to experience the beauty of the coral; being a novice, I swallowed too much salt water and threw up on the fish. :)
Papa was, and is beloved. He was a kind and generous man who never tired of singing the praises of his children and grandchildren. His love for us was deep and wide. As the oldest grandchild, I always wanted to make him proud.
Papa was a sincere soul, a giver, and a worrier--you could always count on Papa to worry on your behalf!
I love you, Papa. I will miss you so much. Rest peacefully. We will remember you always.
Love,
Jenn Laurenza (granddaughter)