On Sunday my father was found dazed and confused outside his house in Somerville. He was taken to Somerville Hospital where they found he had a suffered a brain aneurysm.
He was later taken to Mass General where they did scans and found that at his age and with the blood thinning medication he would not come out of the surgery well if at all. So, I rushed up to Boston(It's really hard to drive with tears streaming in you eyes) and got here on Monday morning when they removed the breathing tube and he officially passed away at 9 in the morning.

He was a good man he worked hard all his life to care for his family and to take care of people. He visited his brother in the nursing home almost every day bring him his mail or the Boston Globe and just sat down and talked with him.

I'm not sure how he felt about me. he really hated me wrestling, but came to see me do it on a local show, I want to thank Jason Ruble for letting me be a part of the NWA-NE show he saw me on. He also hated the fact that I moved so far away from home and often asked me to move back.

I would think he would have been proud of the fact that i did move away and make it on my own not letting myself be lulled into living at home and living off his good will. As I write this I can recall the good times and the bad, the happy and sad. As I look into the past I can't help, but wonder what the future will hold.

Thanks Dad for making me into the man I have become.....