Frank Caselli

When I was about 13 or so, the year before I could Officially go bow-hunting with my dad, he took me up to hunting camp with him, to learn the ropes. I sat in the hunting blind with him, in the woods, no one around for what seemed to be miles. My instructions from Dad: “If you see a deer, quietly and slowly tap my hand, and just point.” We sat there for what seemed like forever, breathing quietly together and, suddenly, I saw gently coming around a nearby tree… A deer. With my father’s instructions firmly in my head, I leapt to my feet and pointed and shouted at the top of my voice “LOOK! A DEER! DAD!! A DEER!! GET IT! GET IT! THERE IT GOES!! GET IT!!”

When my dad managed to catch his breath, with tears streaming down his cheeks from laughing so hard, he got up from the ground and hugged me tight. “Okay. We’ll work on that later. Right now, though, there are no more deer around for a couple miles, so let’s head back to camp and see if your Grandpa has lunch ready.”

When I was in High School, almost ready to finish my junior year, my dad asked me “So. Any thoughts on college?” I looked at him, and hesitated. Here was my dad. A pipefitter for Ford Motor. He worked a hard, dirty job. A man’s job. He had started working at 16, to provide for his family when his dad died, and he hadn’t stopped. I took a deep breath and, prepared to be talked to about life choices and responsibility, said “I think I want to go to college for theatre.” He blinked, looked at me for a beat, and said “Do you think you can make a living at it?” I said “I really think I can.” He nodded, and said “Ok. Then your mother and I will help in any way we can.”

And that was that.

Last year, I got sick. I went into the hospital, into a coma. The week that happened, my mom and dad basically moved into the hospital room with me. No one knew if I would live. The whole hospital stay was almost 3 months long, I was unconscious for most of it.

Partway through, they told my Dad “You can go for a night, get a good night’s sleep somewhere and come back tomorrow. We’ll be here.” He said back to them “I leave when he does.”

And he did.

My dad, Frank Caselli, passed away yesterday. He was my friend, my hero, and my role model. I pray that I can be for my kids even a fraction of what he was for me. I will miss him more than I can say. I love you Dad.

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18 thoughts on “Frank Caselli

  1. Barb Ball January 22, 2015 / 7:36 pm

    Oh, Tony, I am so glad your dad lived to see you recover. What a beautiful memory of him.

    Barb (Wolber) Ball (David’s mom)

  2. Jeanne McKowen January 22, 2015 / 7:40 pm

    Tony,

    I was so sorry to hear of your Dad’s passing. My thoughts will be with you and your family.

  3. carolyn January 22, 2015 / 7:51 pm

    So sorry to hear about your Dad, how proud you must have made him.

  4. Dana L White January 22, 2015 / 7:59 pm

    When my dad died, someone told me, ” you stand on the shoulders of a giant “. I’ve never forgotten that. Peace be with you my friend Dana

    Sent from my iPhone

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  5. ridefireflyfarm January 22, 2015 / 8:04 pm

    What a stunning, perfect tribute to a man who obviously meant the world to you and countless other people who were lucky enough to be in his life. I’m sorry for your loss.

  6. Dawn Wing January 22, 2015 / 10:12 pm

    So sorry for your loss…over the years you will feel him standing there after words come out of your mouth and you know they were his.

  7. Will Myers January 23, 2015 / 9:12 am

    Tony, I’m so sorry to hear about Frank. I look forward to hearing more about him for years to come.

  8. Nick Beasanski January 24, 2015 / 1:32 pm

    So sorry to hear of your loss- what a wonderful father you were given- wishing you peace, love and support- God bless you and your family- take care, my friend

  9. Kathy McGuire January 25, 2015 / 5:21 pm

    This is one of the most beautiful tributes I have ever read, Tony. My condolences to you and the rest of the family.

  10. Tony Caselli March 4, 2015 / 5:41 pm

    Barb, thanks so much.

  11. Tony Caselli March 4, 2015 / 5:42 pm

    Thank you, Jeanne, for the note. It’s much appreciated.

  12. Tony Caselli March 4, 2015 / 5:42 pm

    Thanks, Carolyn. I was awfully proud of him, too.

  13. Tony Caselli March 4, 2015 / 5:42 pm

    That’s a wonderful sentiment, Dana. Thank you for sharing it.

  14. Tony Caselli March 4, 2015 / 5:44 pm

    Thanks so much, that’s incredibly kind of you. Much appreciated.

  15. Tony Caselli March 4, 2015 / 5:44 pm

    Thanks, Dawn. And you’re right! I do already! 🙂

  16. Tony Caselli March 4, 2015 / 5:44 pm

    Thanks, Will, very much.

  17. Tony Caselli March 4, 2015 / 5:45 pm

    Oh, thank you, Kathy, very much!

  18. Tony Caselli March 4, 2015 / 5:46 pm

    Thanks, Nick, so much.

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