The Quiet Irishman

I went down home for the funeral of my godmother, Genevieve (Jane) Pitruzzello yesterday and had the funeral mass for her today at her church in Athens, Al. I didn’t really effect me when my mom called Friday to let me know she had died. I always imagine how I’ll feel when people die, but it takes you by surprise i guess. She had been fighting various health problems for the last two years and sadly I hadn’t seen her in about that long. I only saw my godmother and godfather on Easter and Christmas and special occasions. But they always made my brother and I Easter baskets, long after it was appropriate. And they always treated my family like we were part of theirs. She was 79 and had been married to Frank Pitruzello for 63 years, or so I’m led to believe. I remember her for having an amazing smile, genuine laugh and a welcoming spirit, not matter what. She was always laughing and telling bad jokes. And she always wore a flower in her hair, even in the icu. So if you’re the praying type, pray for the Pitruzello family, Frank her husband and their four sons and many grandchildren and great-grand children. Sorry for the maudlin post. They’re some of my favorite people.