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I’d like to tell you about my son, John Sbarbaro; one of four children and known as the middle child. John was my son but to others he was – a “husband”, brother, uncle, nephew, godfather, cousin, friend and coach. He brought love and joy to us all. John’s love of family and life in general enriched his life and all those he shared his with. His special charm, wit, easiness, intelligence, caring, fun loving and smile touched many lives – we will never be the same but we are all richer for knowing him and having him in our lives.
Anyone who knew John knew of his great love of sports – so much of his life revolved around his various favorites. There were many times at home he would have the radio on one game and the TV on another. A Jet fan who not only watched them faithfully every Sunday but also loved to play (#80 lives on) and more recently a coach. “Coach” led his Knute Rockne team to several championships – and he loved every minute of every game – every player – rain or shine – win or lose. Also, a die hart Met fan he spent many spring training seasons with his buddies dressed in crazy outfits of Hawaiian shirts and hats (the more outlandish the better) in Florida, rooting on his favorite team but also entertaining the other fans. Golf, was his passion. After the first time he played there was no stopping him – as John did with so much of his life – he let little stand in his way and gave it over 100% – he would go anywhere, any time to play. Many people don’t know that John also had another sport he played annually – volleyball. We have an annual family picnic where we play “Brooklyn” against the rest of the family. Of course it didn’t matter that only John & Judy still lived in Brooklyn; John was our leader and many times the entire field as well but it was family time. Although we lost many years we always had a great time. We laughed as much as we hit the ball.
I remember one day when John was about 20 years old and needed a costume for a Halloween party. He disappeared into the basement and the next thing I knew he came up wearing my Wedding dress – veil and all. There he was with sneakers, a moustache and my wedding dress, which had shoe laces tying the lace in the back to hold the dress on. We all laughed so hard and John won a prize. Of course, I lost my wedding dress for my daughters some day but it was worth it. This was John (and as I understand just one of his many crazy costumes that he would be later know for).
John was the comedian of the family, the silly one, the one that you could always count on to make you laugh or show you the brighter side of things. John was the strong one – many times I relied on him to stand by me as we handled difficult times in our family; he was the one who took charge of things when the going got tough. John was the social one, he loved having fun and being with people, his presence would light up a room. He had a way about him ………
John was working at the World Trade Center when the bombing happened in ’93. I know he never forgot that day – he just tried to put it aside. I remember him telling me how long it took to get down the stairs in the darkness – I thought he would never go back – as we all do now – I wished he never had…
John truly loved life, he lived it to the fullest and he is one of the few people I know that could look back on his life and have few (if any) regrets. John did it his way. I am so very proud and honored to have John as my son. I wish you all could have known him – you would have loved him too…………
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