I went back over at 12. I was told that he would probably go during the night, so i told him howmuch i loved him and left the room to call my family. When I came back, he had already gone. My dad passed away at 12:30 am, Monday, May 24.
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I'm so sorry. Your Dad was an inspiration! He really was brave fighting this battle. He's in Paradise today, home at last from his earthly journey. Wrapped in the loving arms of God, standing in the light of Jesus. He's ok now. He has found the beach in Heaven! All his loved ones who are already there have welcomed him back, what a great reunion they are having today! We will always have his love and the wonderful memories of our life spent together. Love is really all that matters. Hugs to you Alex, and to Drew. We will all miss him. Love, Aunt Clara
ReplyDeleteI will always remember Tom fishing for mullet off the Seven Mile Bridge. I imagine that's where he is now. May God bless us all, in joy and in sorrow.
ReplyDeleteWhether it was fishing in White Clay Creek at 6am or trying to find a way to get the Chevy II Nova off the dunes in Stone Harbor, Tom would always say " Jack, we're gonna catch some fish" or "Jack, don't worry, someone will come along soon and help us and we will be home in time for dinner"...I had no other reason than to believe him because that's the way Tom was... always positive...and funny...God Bless You, Tom!! The Taylors are praying for Bev, the boys, Drew and Alex, Pappy, Mrs Pizzala and the entire Pizzala family and friends...Jack
ReplyDeleteI want to extend my deepest sympathies and prayers to the Pizzala family and his beloved friends. I, too, will always remember Tom fly-fishing at White Clay Creek in Newark. He used to spend hours down there, and it was a great pleasure to share that quiet peaceful time with him those many years ago. He brought tremendous love and joy to those around him and was truly kind. I am so very sorry for your loss. --Laura
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