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Pa's Eulogy

Published by Ashlie under on 8:06 PM
I gave this eulogy at my grandfather's funeral today. He passed away on July 15, 2009. We were very close. It was the first close family death and it was without a doubt the hardest few hours of my life. I hope I honored him well. I miss him very much. I am lucky that people who attended said that they got to know Pa a little better today.

Please take the time to read it and pass it on. I know he was just my grandfather, but he was the model of everything someone should be. Thanks.

Ashlie

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Well, the sky was crying all last night and some this morning. But it’s a beautiful day in heaven and it’s a beautiful day now here. And

it was a beautiful day when…the little bell on the door rang, telling the young marine that another customer had come into the store. Always the customer-pleaser, he looked up brightly to greet the pretty lady walking into his pizza shop.

“Whatcha makin’?” the seventeen year old girl asked innocently.

“Pizza,” he answered.


“What. Is. That?” the southern belle, Betty Jean, asked confused.

But Bob Carrelli probably didn’t really hear her question. All he could do was stare into the beautiful face of the rest of his life. From that moment on my grandfather, Pa, and his wife, my Grammy, were life partners, for better for worse, through sickness and health for over 55 years. The perfect example of what a marriage should be. Unrequited love, dedication, devotion, kindness, arguments coupled with compromise. He would take care of her, no matter what. Family was always first, now and forever.

The love of Pa knew no bounds, including his nieces Carolyn and Donna, living on the west coast, gathering with their families in thought and prayer to celebrate his life today and they wanted me to share these words: “Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet princes…and flights of angels, sing thee to thy rest.”

He loved his family unconditionally and though Betty, Jody, Rosalyn, and Jacqueline would follow years later, the first lady loves of his life were his mother, and his two sisters Lee and Terry. He was the best of brothers you could imagine – supportive, wise, and loving.

He was the patriarch of all our family, and although he thought he ran the house, if you asked Grammy, that was the illusion – she was really in charge….sorry to tell you that now, Pa. J… But of course he knew that. If you wanted a decision made for the two of them “Ask the boss,” he said. And when he was getting into his older age, he always told his daughters: “if anything ever happens to me, take care of your mother.” Of course, we can’t forget the greatest love of his life, poor Grammy always had to compete with this baby – his green, perfectly manicured lawn.

Maybe in the forerunner for a tie with importance of family was the importance of God in his life. When I was a little girl, I was indignant that it was Jesus’ birthday at Christmas, but he never got a birthday cake. I guess you could say I’m spoiled too, because one Christmas Eve, a shared favorite holiday of ours, Pa showed up at our house with a perfect signature chocolate cake with vanilla frosting and the words “Happy Birthday Jesus” and a cross on it. That is easily one of my most favorite memories of Pa. When I say that Pa would do anything for his family, it is an understatement. His wife, daughters, grandchildren, and pretty much the rest of his family would simply have to ask, and we would receive. He was the most generous soul in the entire world. Every year at Thanksgiving he brought a dozen turkeys to the Veteran’s shelter in Worcester. I always thought that it was a gesture like that, and many others, that would earn Pa a spot in Heaven. Pa took his family to church every Sunday, and back then his three daughters had the privilege of fighting with each other in the backseat as he took them for a Sunday drive. I remember years later as I sat in church, Pa wouldn’t tolerate any nonsense. One stern look from him would quiet the mid-sermon giggles. And that’s what his girls said too – “Daddy never yelled at us or punished us. All he had to do was raise his voice and we’d be crying ‘we’re sorry, Daddy, we’re sorry!” Or maybe threaten a “dobotokeel.”

Pa was a stern man, no question about it, strict to the hilt. But he would always do what he thought was right for his family. And sure enough, he was usually correct. There was a sign at his liquor store that I distinctly remember saying “Rules of Customer Service. Rule number one: The customer is always right. Rule Number Two: If the customer wrong, refer to rule number one.” Guess what? Pa was that customer. He would always get his way. He wanted to go to Heaven on a beautiful day – guess what? Best day of the summer was last Wednesday. He was always right, sometimes to our dismay. I promise you that trait has been passed along to his three daughters, much to the dismay of their husbands. There is no doubt in my mind that Pa was one of the most, if not the most, intelligent non-formally-educated man to ever live. He loved his morning newspaper with a glass of OJ, the afternoon stock market, and the nightly broadcast. Oh, and of course, the evening weather as he sat and asked Dick Albert on television “What’s the weather like today, Dickie?”

But he only had times for those indulgences like TV news in his quote unquote retirement. Because we all know asking Pa not to work would be like telling Grammy “no, thank you, we really don’t want another heaping helping of mashed potatoes” – impossible. He went to work when he was fourteen years old in a factory, went on to own Carrelli Bakery in Tatnuck Square for over 25 years, and his dream, the Oxford Package store for another 27. “Hooolllyy Mackerel!” as he would say. He quit working for all of a few months before he started working for funeral homes, including Mercadante where many of you were last night. Hard work, dedication, responsibility – three of the many values Pa instilled in his family. “Nothing good in life is easy” he said. “Anything good is worth fighting for.” And he would fight for us, just as he fought for his life these past few months. When we told him it was ok to go, he pushed us off, almost literally, telling us he was gonna go when he was ready. He fought until the very end because he knew that it was going to be hard for us when he was gone.

And that’s the way it always was, Pa’s way or the highway. That included as a drill sergeant in the Marines during the Korean War. “The forgotten war” he would always lament, and warn us that “War is Hell.” But he managed to find a way to be compassionate and loving even in this hell. He was the odd, fantastic combination of chef, officer, and friend. He stayed behind instead of going on a mission one day to make a wedding cake for a fellow comrade.

Pa would have gone out of his way for even complete strangers – not only would he give you the shirt off his back in an instant, he wouldn’t even ask you why. Tragically, the ship his fellow soldiers and friends all went out on was ambushed and everyone was lost, including the groom-to-be. It was a horrible loss, but he continued to strive for excellence. He was proud of his time in the service and it taught him to value dignity, pride, and bravery. I wonder if being a drill sergeant is what made him love making noise – or maybe it was just being Italian. That man could clap louder, tap harder, and clank his glass more than anyone I ever knew.

He used to go around loudly singing “Ooooh SOOOLLLE MIO!” and he used to sing to me “Do you love me?” to which I had to respond in song “Yes, I love you.” That incident in the marines was the first of Pa’s nine, or more, lives. Later came his heart attack in the mid-nineties, the bypass surgery, dozens of hospital visits, and the many defibrillator attacks. Through it all he came out strong and more determined than ever to experience life to the fullest. Italy and a cruise with Betty that included parasailing may have topped off some of the best moments of his life.

Betty was always his partner in life, whether on vacation or at work. He was a good business partner and a great boss too. Those are the roles he played to Grammy and my mom, Rosalyn, respectively, for many years. He and Grammy made a fantastic team. She said he would get up every morning at 4am and declare “Time to make the donuts!” Why 4am? Because he was dedicated to his business and his customers. If he said he was going to do something, you could be certain that he was going to do it. Just another trait he taught his family. And if 4am wasn’t early enough, on days it snowed he would get up early to plow. And little Razalee would go with him. She would ask the night before if she could go in with him and he would answer simply, if not a little skeptically, “if you get up.” But of course she would get up. She loved her Daddy more than anything in the world. “I loved going out with him during those times because it was just him and I. We just talked and I got him to myself. I was the son he never had,” she says.

Pa always had individual time to spend with his girls. Whenever Jackie did a great job on her report card, she would be promised a bowling event out with her Daddy. Just the two of them and a lane full of pins. Ironically it was that image that he painted for her as lightening struck late at night as she crawled up in bed with him, scared. The lightening was God rolling the ball and the crack of thunder was a huge strike. Compassionate, loving, comforting and strong are words that don’t even do him justice.

You could say that Jody was the luckiest of all because she got him all to herself not only during times in her childhood, but when she grew up and lived with them for many years. She was his first born and his little princess. When she and he turned around and around on the dancfloor at here wedding they could have been king and queen of the ball. “Did I ever tell you you’re my hero – you’re everything I wish I could be,” – truer words were never sung.

It’s funny – it’s kind of like Pa knew how to do everything. He was invincible to those of us who knew him. He was omniscient, knowing everything, failing never. Let me tell you, he must’ve been world champion at checkers because I could never win a game against him. And that’s the way he was, he didn’t let me win. He proved to us that we needed to keep pursuing what we wanted, even if we got caught up at road blocks. And that’s the most amazing story of how he quit smoking. He got up every morning, looked at himself in the mirror and said “Today, I’m not going to smoke. And if I give in and have a cigarette, I will get up tomorrow and try again.” And he did that, every day, until he never smoked again. No nicotine patches, no therapy, but sheer willpower and strength. That’s how Pa was. Keep pushing through, work hard, never give up. All these lessons he taught us now give us the strength to keep going.

Did I mention that tools he gave us included amazing food? He made the best breakfasts in the whole world. Chandler, my brother, says one of his favorite things was when we were living with Pa, he made us Sunday morning breakfast – eggs, toast, bacon, pancakes. You name it, he cooked it. He used to trim the girls’ hair when they wanted it to look pretty. He could repair the car better than any auto mechanic and could even tell someone how to fix a refrigerator over the telephone. He was fiscally responsible to the highest degree and advised everyone in that manner. He took pride in his personal and his family’s success, and you could be sure he was going to take credit for whatever he could. “Good genes” he said when mom, Jody, and Jackie had me, Chandler, Cole, and Sydney. Nope, his daughters couldn’t even have their own children without his having a hand in it, according to him. He loved Taylor and Michael like they were his own grandchildren and he took his daughters’ husbands in as his own sons.

And these grandchildren and son-in-laws did, and still do, love him to no end, myself included. Chandler said one of his most amazing memories that he will never forget the rest of his life was during our trip to Walt Disney World. We were such fanatics, how could we not share it with the people we loved most? And so we took Pa and Grammy on Soarin’, a ride that makes you literally feel like you are flying through the clouds, over the mountains, oceans, golf courses, and even an aircraft carrier. Chandler says he will never forget the look of pure wonderment on Pa’s face. I remember Pa calling out “Very Good!” He cheered and made happy exclamations the whole time. I can guess it is partially how he must have imagined Heaven. Well, now he gets to fly through the clouds and over the land and watch over us as much as he wants, every day, all day. Pure happiness.

I know he’s having a blast up there already. We usually say “May God have Mercy on your soul” but quite frankly I hope Pa has mercy on God’s soul when he gets up there. Everybody start praying now because Pa’s going to start changing a few rules up there for our family and telling God how things should be in this world. God had no idea what he was getting himself into when he invited strong-willed, wise, determined Bob Carrelli up to the stars.

Pa made a lasting impression on each and every one of us. His influence spanned time and space. Jody was on her honeymoon across the United States and someone recognized a shirt she had on that said “To Be Sure.” “Is that like Bob’s To Be Sure of Oxford Pacakage Store in Massachusetts?” he asked, amazed. “Yes, that’s my father,” Jody was proud to tell the customer from the past.

That’s why all of you are sitting here right now, aren’t you? Because he was one of the most amazing men to ever be given to us by God. You were proud to know him and call him: husband, father, Pa, uncle, cousin, godfather, friend, or even storeowner. He has left his legacy and passed it on through all of us. “Don’t mourn my death, celebrate my life” Pa told us. So we’re gonna have a big ‘ol party after this Pa, don’t you worry. But we love you forever Pa, we promise to take care of Grammy, and we’ll miss you every day. See you in a few years. To Be Sure.

FIre at Warren Towers: BU Today Update

Published by Ashlie under on 9:02 AM

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Thanks BU Today for the information.

But...BU Today brought you this story about the elevator "trouble" two days after the incident...aeamultimedia brought it to you an hour later. Next time we'll work on getting the MOST accurate story ASAP (though nobody knew exactly at the time, in my defense). You live, you report, you learn.

Ashlie

Here's the full scoop on Boston University's Emergency

Published by Ashlie under on 9:09 PM
Source: myfoxboston.com - Fox 25 News Online

20 rescued from BU Elevators

Last Edited: Saturday, 25 Apr 2009, 11:09 PM EDTCreated On: Saturday, 25 Apr 2009, 11:04 PM EDT

BOSTON (myfoxboston) - Twenty people had to be rescued from elevators on the Boston University campus after an elevator machine overheated and exploded on Saturday.

It happened at the Warren Towers on Commonwealth Avenue. '

The building houses 1,800 students. Everyone was evacuated.
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Now you know. Who brings you the news first? That's right, aeamultimedia, that's who.

Ash

BREAKING NEWS! - FIRE AT WARREN TOWERS!!!

Published by Ashlie under on 8:38 PM
BOSTON - This just in - fire at 700 Commonwealth Ave, called Warren Towers, a freshman dorm at Boston University. Police, fire, and ambulances have been surrounding the dorm since the fire alarm went off around 8:10PM.

There have been no reported injuries.

Fire officials say it is a small fire in the "elevator room," which he clarified as a "room next to the elevator." It is not a student's room.

Hundreds of evacuated students are currently sitting outside the College of Arts and Sciences and around the surrounding area.

Commonwealth Avenue, from Blandford Street to St. Mary's Street, is closed. Police are redirecting traffic.

More on this as it come in.

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These are videos of me on the scene, taken less than twenty five minutes ago.
(One cuts out because my battery kept dying, sorry).












Slideshow of activity near/around 700 Commonwealth Avenue - CLICK TO ENLARGE AND READ DESCRIPTIONS!!!


WINNING HOCKEY TEAM!? COOLEST DEAN EVER!? BEST TIME TO BE AT BU???

Published by Ashlie under on 7:53 PM


Yes, Yes, and RIGHT NOW.





SOOOO HAPPY!


My mom (BU Alum SED/CAS '81), my boyfriend (BU ENG '11), myself (BU COM/CAS '10), and my dad (Financer of BU) were ALL jumping for joy while my little brother watched on like we were crazy as we literally jumped up and down for goal number three. There were high fives, lots of screaming, and "I can't believe it! We did it!" (This was after I started singing "Whoaaah, we're halfway there, whoaaah, livin' on a prayer" really obnoxiously and off key.) Nevermind the win...we ALL marveled over it this morning and agreed it was one of the first things we thought about when we got up today.

BU Terrier Champions. Way to go guys, you deserve it.

Now...how to get to the parade...hmmm...

Cat-an'-mouse? Nope, Top Dogs!!!

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Terrier Fans Jump to Feet - Team Embraces on Screen Boston - Terrier Nation is top dog pound once again. "Heeey baby, I wanna know right now, will you be my girl?" a chorus of red and white chant, sing, or scream on their way out of Agganis Arena at Boston University. But that excitement cannot compare to the Terrier fans' ecstacy in Washington, D.C.

Playing a see-saw game of Cat-an'-mouse with University of Vermont's Catamounts, the Boston University Terriers clinched a 5-4 victory over the University of Vermont.

The Terriers finished up the first period leading a decisive 2-0, but quickly began to fall behind in the second, first with a tie of 2-2 and then 3-2. But the Terriers stepped up to the challenge, letting the Catamounts they barked up the wrong tree. Soon the score was tied at 3-3 at the end of the second. The third period promised to be an intense one.

Some Terrier fans feared the game over when the Catamounts scored again, leaving BU trailing 4-3. But the Terriers came back to score two nearly consecutive goals, earning the win and the privilege to compete in the Frozen Four Finals.

For those more sports-oriented, get the play-by-plays here.

Fans gathered at Boston University's Agganis Arena for a viewing party, as Dean Elmore invited students in an exclusive video in in BU Today online, an electronic newspaper sent out to all students.

Below, students celebrate their win, and an angry BU Bus driver tells them to tone it down.



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Just remember, who's bringing you news so new...even Google News doesn't have too much info about it? Aeamultimedia, that's who.

Let me know if you were there and what your thoughts were!

Until the Championship,

Ashlie

PS - Can I just say that I did a lot of this post with my own written HTML (alt text hint hint) and I am happy? Thanks.

Tweeting for the Twuture...(Future)...

Published by Ashlie under on 2:18 PM
Before I forget, here is my report on Twitter and a short "How to Sign Up" segment.
Part I: Narration: Ashlie Anctil
Part II: Narration: Angela Stefano
Both written/filmed/edited by both.



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