"REMEMBERING MY POPPA BIG VIC"

REMEMBERING MY POPPA BIG VIC

Today is Father’s Day, June 16, 2024. My poppa passed away September 21, 1996.

I LOVE YOU BIG POPPA VIC! MUSIC ALWAYS RULED OUR WORLD!

This poem is dedicated to Big Vic.

My poppa was a strong man.

I remember Daddy’s Hands,

A song I dedicate to my poppa Vic.

My dad and I had a distinct way of communicating.

We talk and laugh, and he would contemplate

When I had done wrong.

He always had my back.

Poppa Vic was there for me

With unconditional love no matter how, I was to be

Or what I did or what I said.

There was no lack

Of love.

We communicated through music,

sometimes fighting over what station to listen to,

but it always worked out for me.

I had so many albums to listen to

My dad loved Johnny Cash and

Various other bands.

I had rock, country, blues, to sing to

Before my poppa passed away of leukemia on my birthday week.

My poppa would record the latest music on a cassette tape,

So sweet!

I would record a new song

As I listened to my records on a cassette tape

As I sat alone

To sing my song.

I miss you Big Vic

A mechanic of old cars,

"ONE PIECE AT A TIME" MY DAD WOULD SING THIS ON THE WAY TO WORK.

And jeeps in WW TWO in

France.

"GO REST HIGH ON THE MOUNTAIN" VINCE GILL MY POPPA LOVED THE MOUNTAINS.

He was a peace activist for the forties,

A little dance

In front of the Eiffel tower

With his hat

Rat a tat tat!

He did not carry a gun,

But he said he had more fun

Working on the jeeps.

“Beep! Beep!”

Big Vic would say.

So, today

I celebrate Poppa Day

With music in iTunes.

I grew up in an exceptional home.

My dad was my hero.

So,

Happy Poppa Day Big Vic.

Your baby girl is proud of you.

This is Little Vic

Saluting my perfect late daddy.

I was never without a car.

That was then. This is now.

Love you Big Vic.

Always think of him jamming

In the afterlife with the music,

Talking cars

Not bars.

Rocking

Dancing.

Love you POPPA VIC.

Written by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

June 16, 2024

I can hear my poppa saying,

“Sister, forget about it. No ones’ ‘gonna’ remember in a 1oo years from now.”

I would say to BIG Vic, “Okay! Forget about it! Poppa Vic, yes, I remember the week you passed away. We celebrated my 46th birthday with a pink birthday cake, balloons, laughter, and lots of love. That is what I cannot forget.

At times I still feel my poppa. I hear the train from my bedroom window, thinking about his pop, the

train conductor.

ALAN JACKSON MY DAD'S LAST CASSETTE TAPE HE SENT ME

"SONG FOR THE LIFE"

THANK YOU, POPPA VIC, MY HERO!