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Celebrating Fathers. Beth Turina Mazza on Tony Turina.

POSTED June 09, 2013
BY Timothy W. Gaffney
Twitter: @TimothyGaffney

Growing up with Tony Turina as my father guaranteed me a couple of things.  I was going to know a thing or two about basketball and I was going to be raised by the most amazing father a girl could ask for.  Throughout my childhood, I have so many wonderful memories involving my dad.  He was my t-ball coach and softball coach.  He was on the sidelines at my swim meets.  He was in the audience at every violin concert giving me a “thumbs up” to ease my nerves.  He would take me to baseball games and out for ice cream.  He would pick me up at the movies and never complain when I piled three more people in the car for him to drive home.  He was always there for me.

When the time came for college, I decided to go ten hours away from home.  I was there for two weeks and Labor Day weekend was quickly approaching.  I was so incredibly home sick and managed to convince my dad to pick me up for the “long” weekend.  My roommate was going to drive me two hours north, requiring my dad to only have to drive eight hours south.  I probably should have checked the calendar because, as it turned out, I had class on Labor Day.  I was devastated!  This is a prime example of the kind of father I have. He knew I was homesick and that I was looking forward to coming home.  He was going to get me home any way that he could.  He drove sixteen hours on Friday so that I could come home for one day.  Early Sunday morning, we got back in the car and he drove sixteen hours again to bring me back to school.  He was always there for me.

After I got married, we made the decision to move back to Litchfield County.  This was the best decision that we could have made.  Not only do I talk to my dad every day, I get to see him most days and work with him on the weekends.  My children get to have “G-Pa” as a huge part of their life.  He is the same way with my kids as he was with me.  He is outside, taking them for walks or watching them ride their bikes.  Today, dad and the boys were having a water gun fight in my yard and of course, we have already made a few trips out for ice cream this spring.  He is there to help whenever he can, whether it be running errands with me or watching the boys.  He IS always there for me.

All of that being said, I don’t know where I would be today without my father.  I just want to say to him, on Father’s Day:

Dad,

There are no words that can truly express how grateful I am that you are my father.  You have taught me so much about life and what it means to be a good person.  I don’t know anyone like you.  You always want to do for everyone else and you always put everyone’s needs ahead of your own.  You have been there for me through everything, and when a tough situation presented itself, you made sure that I got through it with ease.  I have been extremely proud to be your daughter every day of my life.  I have so much respect for you and the things you have accomplished in your life.  You are one in a million.  I don’t know what we would do without you.  We love you more than words can say.  Thank you for raising me to be such a strong woman and thank you for helping us raise our boys.  We can only hope that someday they will grow up to be just like their G-pa.  I love you.  We all love you.  Thank you for always being there.

Beth (Turina) Mazza

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