Carlo M. Torsiello
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Carlo M. Torsiello

November 8, 1954 - May 27, 2003

Dad,
Mom and I miss you so much. I know you are still here.The bird in the window, the butterfly the day you left, I know you are still here. You still have all of me, I cherish every memory we have together.

Carlo M. Torsiello

My Pops
When I was little you used to tuck me in at night and answer all of my questions. I would try so hard to think of a question just so you wouldn't leave me. Now you are gone, unanswered questions that led to the end, unanswered questions you will never be here to answer again.

Dad you are my inspiration for almost everything that I do. I wouldn't be were I am now if it wasn't for you. You taught me how to appreciate life. You taught me how important it was to find what made me happy. You taught me how to think intelligently. Dad this is why I never thought this would happen, but I am trying to understand, I think I do. This is in dedication to you, my pops. Thank you for always believing in me.Thank you for always sticking up for me (even the Cannons). Thank you for your love. Don't worry Dad I'm not mad at you - I just love you so much.


THE EAGLE

IT WAS THE END,
SO YOU DECIDED
IN YOUR DREAMS YOU GLIDED
HIGH ABOVE THE CLOUDS
HIGH ABOVE THE MOUNTAINS
SO ADMIRED, SO UNIQUE
IN YOUR DREAMS IS ONLY WERE THIS COULD RESINATE
RESINATED WITH ME ALL ALONG
IF ONLY YOU COULD SEE YOU WERE THAT EAGLE TO ME,
THE PROUDEST I COULD BE.

BITTERSWEET

BITTERSWEET IS WHAT WILL BE
BITTERSWEET HAPPY THINGS WILL ALWAYS BE
BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT HERE WITH ME
I WANTED YOUR WISDOM TO CARRY ON
I HAD SO MUCH MORE TO LEARN
THE CHAIR IN THE TV ROOM WILL BE EMPTY
ALTHOUGH I WILL SIT BESIDE YOU
WHAT WILL I DO WHEN I HAVE NO ONE ELSE TO TURN TO
I CAN ONLY IMAGINE THE THINGS YOU MIGHT SAY
BUT THAT IS NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE THE PAIN GO AWAY
TEARS AND A SNICKER WILL HAVE TO DO
BUT PLEASE DONíT GET THE WRONG IDEA
I MAY OR MAY NOT KNOW WHAT YOU WOULD HAVE SAID
I ONLY KNOW IT WOULD HAVE BEEN REPEATED AND REPEATED INSTEAD
ITS ONE OF THOSE MEMORIES THATíS GETTING ME THROUGH
MEMORIES ARE THE ONLY THING I HAVE TO HOLD ON TO
WHEN A NEW LIFE IS BEARED
EVERY MEMORY OF YOU WILL HAVE YET TO BE SHARED
BITTERSWEET IS WHAT WILL BE
BITTERSWEET HAPPY THINGS WILL ALWAYS BE BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT HERE WITH ME.

Memorial Submitted by: Nicole Torsiello
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