my dad (reposted from facebook) in life stuff and misc.

So, yeah, my dad, the best father and husband in the world, passed away from a heart attack in Los Angeles early Wednesday morning. My brother was holding him in his arms, there was little pain, he just had trouble breathing and then he left us. He’d gone to thrift stores with my brother that day, had a steak and watched a Star Trek marathon with my brother and then… it happened. Michael P Cecconi, husband father son brother uncle friend piano player writer ham radio operator city alderman… factory worker who wished he’d been building blenders instead of guns… born Jan 11 1955, shed his shell in his youngest son’s arms Jan 31 2018. He was the goddamned fucking best this world will ever see. The ride of being his son was too short a ride but goddamn, it was the most beautiful ride. My mom’s out in California helping my brother, I’m here in Little Falls, handling business and caring for his pets, his cat who he loved as much as life itself and his dog who he loved just about as much. I saw Vonnegut speak with him once. I could write about Dad forever and I will but for now, I’ll just say… if you knew him, you loved him and if he knew you, he loved you, okay? My brother Dan gave him a perfect day and though I can’t describe how much I miss him, I’m so glad that if he had to have a last day, that was his. Love you all.