My beloved great uncle, Geno went Home to the Lord last month. While I know assuredly, Heaven is a better place with him and Geno is celebrating like never before, my loss is significant. This man loved fiercely. Consequently, he was fiercely loved.
Growing up on the streets of Chicago, Geno’s story points to the redemptive power of Love. It is only fitting, the backdrop of his memorial be laced with a soundtrack speaking volumes of his journey. The opening bugle call evoked shivers and gratitude for his service in the Navy. Countless hymns and songs of praise gave credit where credit is due. Uncle Geno used the power of music as strongly as he loved others. He adored music so much, even his whistling came out with vibrato. Meeting the love of his life, my aunt, Merrilyn came with the intoxicating beat of swing music. That first dance enraptured the two of them, giving birth to a love others would swoon over and want for themselves. Geno crooned a tune as he walked in a room reminding all ears it fell upon how full of love he was. Before, during and after Geno’s service, his music held us in its arms just as he would have.
With great pride, I can say I pulled my uncle onto the dance floor to swing dance recently. We grinned from ear to ear as our hearts got a workout. He relished in carrying on the tradition from generation to generation. I would give anything to hear him chuckle again recounting how he knocked my mom’s wig off her head while dancing once. This was Geno’s last dance. Until we embrace again for another dance in the streets of Heaven, paved with gold, I will remember warmly Geno’s music filling my heart.
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