Papa died last night.
No, not my dad, he has been gone some time, no this was "Papa", the papa of our neighborhood. I actually do not know his first name because everyone called him papa. He spoke mostly Italian, but understood Spanish as well. He was from the old country and came here after WWII. I have known the neighborhood since the early 80's and he was here.
He was 93.
His wife still lives in the house, his two sons have children, who have children. They would all meet every few weeks on this little street. It was great.
We will all miss him.