My father-in-law, Bernard Pannone, died this morning. He shared with his grandson a love of ice cream, an ever-curious mind and a great appreciation for how things work. Soon after I met Stephen, I began to hear stories about this wonderful man who fathered five incredible children. He was a gentleman in the true sense of the word: courteous, honorable, good and gentle.
Bernie had a knack for speaking a completely made-up language of gibberish and making it sound real. Toby was enthralled by this unexpected gift and spent hours with his grandfather in a shared world of emphasis, hoots and laughter.
During family gatherings I could usually find Bernie and Yoni engaged in long conversations about engineering, history or boxing. And I counted on Bernie for a connection to Stephen’s past, ever-ready warmth and love, and a constant willingness to engage.
I loved his voice, his deep abiding faith and his tendency to fret in the most genteel way. I will miss him. I feel so lucky to have become a part of his family.