This is a Farewell letter to Victor Maggio Sr. from Victor Maggio Jr. Victor Senior passed away on October 31st 2016.
One of my earliest and fondest memories was being woken up by you at 3:00 am to sneak me off to work with you on that big silver thunderbird catering truck. You were bigger than life to me as I watched you drive that truck I loved going with you on that truck, Thanks, Dad.
When I was five years old you moved us out of the city and into a new house in the south suburbs because you and mom wanted a better life for me, Michelle and Joey. Just before we moved you taught me how to ride a bike and months later you brought home a mini bike. The six years I drove that mini bike made for a kick ass early childhood. Did I ever tell you? Thanks, Dad.
When I was ten years old you started taking me to work with you again except this time it was at the Race Track. I loved going to the track because there was opportunity waiting. I would run for food or cigars and just about anything the guys at the table needed. They would then tip me and I would go bet it on the horses. I had a lot of fun with you, Uncle Mike, Uncle Paul the Blaster, Matt G and many others. Thanks, Dad.
When I was thirteen you went into business for yourself and bought your first semi-truck, the Big Blue GMC. That first summer you had the truck you took me with you to work every day. That summer you taught me how to drive a semi without a trailer and by the end of the summer with a trailer. I loved it so much, I became a truck driver. Thanks, Dad.
Dad you taught me how to play baseball, football, water ski, play poker, fight, build things and fix things. You bought Joey and me our first Sheridan BB Gun and taught us how to shoot. Dad, the best was when you brought home my first dog Roger the Beagle, he was a great dog. Thanks, Dad.
The most important thing you taught me was about life. But more importantly, the struggles I would inevitably face without an education. I know you wanted me to get a proper education and I am sorry I didn’t listen to you back then. Dad, in the end you were so right.
When I was 16 you introduced the world to me, you got me my first real job at your friends trucking company. The world you introduced me to was one most people never experience. The street education I received from this experience was priceless to me throughout my life. Thanks, Dad.
You were always there for me even when I screwed up. You used “old school” methods to keep, me your rebellious son, in line. Some in the family deemed your methods as harsh. I now want to tell you I agree with the way you chose to build a man. Your methods made me the man I am today and I just want to say, Thanks, Dad.
I wish we would have grown closer as we grew older. Unfortunately, the divide between us got wider as we got older. However, soon very soon we will meet again and take up where we left off. Two days after your death I was standing on a shooting scene, on the west side of Chicago. It was on some “God Forsaken” street in the middle of the night. For some reason, I turned around to look behind me and it hit me right then and there. For the first time in my life I truly felt totally alone and at that moment, the realization set in that I was now on my own and had to stand on my own two feet and would no longer have you behind me. It is time for me to apply all you taught me and fly solo. I don’t think I ever thanked you for all you taught me. Thanks, Dad.