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This Book of Memories memorial website is designed to be a permanent tribute paying tribute to the life and memory of Emil Siravo. It allows family and friends a place to re-visit, interact with each other, share and enhance this tribute for future generations. We are both pleased and proud to provide the Book of Memories to the families of our community.

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Until we meet again...

Emil, You’d appreciate the process of all these memories that are appropriately cataloged in one’s head and how they all come rushing back, and it’s a bit overwhelming. It’s like flashes, mini movies of us hanging in the basement before the studio was built, the make shift tents in the basement, the studio, sitting in your back yard after a gig, meeting your Mom, teaching me to play the drums, you falling asleep on the phone during marathon chat sessions, the way you walked around the house with one sock off and one almost off, how you ate all my shrimp while telling me how you hated shrimp, the songs you wrote for me, the hours we spent listening to music and talking about everything and nothing, the arguments, our shared insomnia, sneaking up behind you while you worked on music because you giggle when tickled, walks in Pennypack park, taking me to Wawa because I love to say WaaaWaaaa! the 6 hour/25 mile hike and how I sat up all night watching you sleep to make sure you were okay, my first Philly cheesesteak, Woo Hoo!, holiday’s shared, you sitting on the floor in a pink feathered tiara playing restaurant with Marilyn, New Year’s 2000, the ugly small Christmas tree we put up in your living room, your party, your mom and dad picking me up in Trenton before the party, you standing in your front door with a top bun yelling “Mesapateee”, crazy cat lady, me wondering out loud if you came to visit me or my cats, the way Blondie loved you, the record drive you took from PA to NY when I had botulism and was so sick at work and you were afraid because I was afraid.  So many memories… no matter the ebbs and flows or our relationship over the years, I never doubted your love for me, and that’s what I carry in my heart, and why the darn tears won’t stop. 

It’s my birthday on Saturday, and this will be the 1st time in 20 years that I won’t get my stupid Happy Birthday from you, and that’s so sad and I love you, but I have my memories and your music and down the road once my sun has set, and we get ready for our next go round, look for me, I’ll be that fine looking platypus checking you out.

L.

Posted by Linda
Monday August 8, 2016 at 12:45 pm
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