What my father didn’t teach me
By John J. Tassoni, Jr.
Anyone who has ever lost a parent knows the void that it leaves in your life and your heart. I have been experiencing the gamut of these emotions with the recent passing of my father, John J. Tassoni Sr.
Just about everything I learned in life, I learned from my father.
He taught me patience and perseverance. He was a soft-spoken man, a gentleman in every sense of the word, and I have always tried my best to emulate him.
As a master carpenter, he showed me how to have pride in workmanship, and how hard work gets results.
He taught me how to be a man, have strength in the face of adversity, and how to be a good husband, father and grandfather.
My father cherished his family and he taught me to do the same. He was present for every challenge and every celebration in his four children’s lives. He never missed our hockey or baseball games, or my sister’s piano and figure skating lessons.
He taught us how to appreciate our Italian heritage and to be a proud American.
With him gone, I am faced with the task of living life without him. No more phone calls, watching the Yankees games together, or having him accompany me on magazine deliveries. No more Sunday family dinners or holidays together. My best friend and confidante to talk to anytime I need advice or guidance.
My father taught me everything … except how to live without him.
That is something I must learn how to do on my own. But somehow, I know in my heart that my father will be guiding me in that effort as well.