I got back from Italy yesterday.
After a brief rest I was going to write a very clever and informative post about my trip.
That’s going to have to wait a day.
I got a call from my neighbor and friend Jeffrey with the sad news that his husband Dominick died in a car crash.
The world may know Dominick as Dominick Avellino a famous clothing designer and artist who hobnobbed with the rich and famous in the 70’s and 80’s.
Much of this I didn’t know. I’d seen his magnificent paintings in his apartment and recognized him to be more than gifted.
Here’s what I did know about him.
He was warm and lovely. He always greeted me with a hug and a kiss.
Both he and Jeffrey made me feel that they would be there for me on a seconds notice.
I can’t mention them without thinking of 9/11.
As Jews and Italians are want to do when the buildings fell the first thing we did was go to the supermarket.
I met Dominick and Jeffrey there . We hugged and hugged. Instead of buying basics, you know in case we were at war, I bought a turkey and told them to come and eat with us.
We ate and drank that night and thanked everything holy that we were alive and together to weather the horror of the night.
So rest in peace you dear man.
I will miss your smiles and hugs and I promise to look after Jeffrey for you.