Jack Knych

When Tino DeAngelis died, my grandmother called my mother and mentioned his death, and that there wasn’t a funeral or a wake for him. My grandmother was always private about her relationship with Tino. But my mother went to her house anyway after the phone call, without telling her she was coming. When my mother arrived, my grandmother cried, saying, “You came.”

Tino was 71 when met my grandmother. He was renting her sister’s house. My grandfather died a few weeks after he moved in. Tino sent a bouquet of flowers to my grandfather’s wake. Then he began taking my grandmother out to dinner.