Visions of My Father: Ode to Killer Joe
By MaryJo Romano
Published: April 6, 2012.
His hand gripped my bicycle seat as he ran alongside me that warm summer day. Even though he was young and strong, he was breathing heavily, keeping me upright while we made our way down the street.
“Don’t let go me go, Daddy,” I said as I steadied myself.
“I won’t let go of you; not until you can do it on your own.”
I want to share my Dad, Joe Romano, with you and what a wonderful father he was!