When I turned 16, Daddy took us for a "surprise." We piled into the car and drove to Fishkill, NY. Little did I know, he had bought us tickets to see Johnny Maestro sing. I had NO idea what was going to happen...They went to start "16 Candles" and Johnny stopped and said that we have a very special girl in the audience celebrating her Sweet 16th and that they had a present for that girl. ME. I was mortified (very shy) and walked down to the stage to accept an album and CD. Daddy did the same thing 2 years later for my little sister, Erin. Every time I hear Johnny Maestro I think of my Dad. I think of that day.
I never realized until now what my Dad was going through the night my Nana died as he sat in the living room with the stereo blasting making tapes to play at her services. I'm doing the same thing now with doo wop, Dean Martin, Al Jolson and the like thinking now I know exactly how he felt. This sucks.