My step-father, Frank LaGaccia passed away last week.
His funeral is postponed until this Coronavirus calms down and this is preventing us from sharing stories and saying a proper goodbye in person. So I feel compelled to share a bit more about him if only for myself.
This Yankee from Yonkers, NY was a Character with a big personality and heart. He loved, and I mean loved, this hot weather down south. When everyone else was sweltering in the heat and running inside to the air conditioning, he would take his shirt off, go outside and proclaim he loved it!
Frank loved to dance and in fact, he met my mom at a dance. I have this great picture of them cutting a rug at my wedding. He came from the "Sinatra" era and his Fedora hat was his go-to accessory!
He loved to travel, especially to Italy & France, but really went all over the world. He went searching and found some distant LaGaccia relatives in the south of Italy, whom he kept in touch with. I remember him encouraging my husband and me to travel internationally. His favorite US travel destination was hands down, Disney World, as he adored Mickey Mouse. He also wanted to see every National Park, and I am pretty sure he made it to most of them!
Frank was an excellent home chef. He taught me to cook pasta "al dente" and to appreciate his home-made tomato sauce (way more different-tasting then the jar sauce I had grown up with so I admit it had to grow on me)! I have many happy memories of him in the kitchen and around the table, as he loved presenting a great meal to his family. He also loved dressing up in a coat and tie and going out to dinner at a fine restaurant.
Frank enjoyed working puzzles every day and taught me how to solve the Cryptogram in the newspaper. He loved watching his Western's and Star Trek on TV. His absolute favorite movie was "The Music Man" with a close second "Cinema Paradiso". He was also an avid tennis player in his middle-age years.
Frank became close friends with my husband Houston, and I am grateful for their friendship. Houston was able to help me to understand Frank's ways because let's be real, he had NO FILTER! Frank taught Houston how to tile floors, build a brick walkway, and build a complete workshop from the ground up. He regaled Houston with funny and sometimes sad stories of his life as a young boy in Yonkers and his early years in the Air Force.
He joined the Air Force at the age of 18 and worked hard to achieve the rank of Chief Master Sargent. He was a Vietnam Veteran and worked on the flight deck. Being around all that loud engine noise caused him to have extreme hearing loss. (hence the TV would always be on full blast!) Like many in the Vietnam War he was exposed to Agent Orange which caused all kinds of health ailments and contributed to his death.
Frank suffered a tragedy no father should, he buried his two sons in the space of 9 months several years ago. He never got over their loss, but he sure was proud of his grandchildren. He adored his mother and his sisters.
We had an Italian-themed 80th Birthday party for him. He was so happy that day with his family all around him!
These are just a few of the memories I have of him. We will forever be grateful for having you in our lives Frank, we miss you!