My Dad was born on October 1, 1919, and he passed away on April 18, 2012. This is the eulogy I delivered at his funeral. Happy Father's Day, Dad. I still thank you for the days.
My Dad was an amazing man. Yeah, everyone here already knows that, but I never get tired of saying it. For me, for my brothers Art and Rob and my sister Denise, it has always been a great point of pride that our parents were Bob and Jean Cafarelli. I remember my first visit to Yankee Stadium in 1972, and how Dad being who Dad was, the doors just magically opened for him wherever he went. So we found ourselves in the Yankees locker room on Old Timer's Day, and we got to meet Mickey Mantle and Whitey Ford and Dad's own hero, Joe DiMaggio. One person there, puzzled by how a 12-year-old kid got into that locker room to begin with, asked me who I was. Puffed up with pride, I answered, "I'm Bob Cafarelli's son." There was a brief pause, and then the guy said, "Who's Bob Cafarelli?"