Mom, standing, holding Nicholas. Seated are my aunt and her son (he’s now retired in Arizona. On the ground are Alfred (left) and me (right. Taken in Hempstead Lake State Park on Long Island, 1949.
Mom, me (during my chubby stage!), Alfred and Nicholas – Christmas 1953
Nicholas (front and center) Mom and I in the back row; Alfred in front of me and a childhood friend on the left. May Day at Public School 187 in Brooklyn – 1955
Below, Nicholas and our cousin who now lives in Charleston.
Nicholas with our mutt in our little house on the edge of Coney Island which sat on a dirt street, now under a big box parking lot. He sits on the couch on which I slept during my teen years. He and Al shared the available bedroom in bunk beds.
Nicholas (center) at his 40th birthday party. Toritto on the left, Al on the right. My brothers were in their mustache period!
Our baby brother would have been 68 years old this weekend. He passed away at 56 in 2004, just three months after my wife passed. I wrote about him a year ago on his birthday. You can read it here:
He was there for me when our son Michael passed in 1985. One of the few regrets I have in my life is not knowing him better than I did. We both certainly had our troubles and these plus distance combined to create the heartache I feel today. Carpe diem.