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Requiem For a Heavyweight

September 16th at 9 a.m. my stepfather Guido (yes, Guido, will all the ardor for life that implies) passed away due to the repercussions of a stroke he had six-and-a half years ago.

He was my mom’s fourth husband and she was his fourth wife. I never thought they’d last. They lasted 35 years.

Here were my stories about Guido: He was an arrogant so-and-so. He had a massive ego. He was childish. He threw tantrums. He stole my mom from me.

For all these years after the stroke my mother cared for Guido at home, which was an impossible, heartbreaking task. He was paralyzed on his right side and unable to speak. She had to do all the things for Guido that I was doing for my infant daughters only he would never become independent again.

I resented how he lingered on. I wanted my mom to have more time with her grandchildren than she’d had with me when I was young. It seemed, by indelicately having this stroke, Guido was managing to steal my mom away from me once more.

When it became clear Guido was really dying my mom asked me to come. I stayed over the last two weeks with her as Guido hovered between two worlds. This was for her, I thought, not for him.

A week before Guido’s death on a Friday night he suddenly began shaking and was struggling to breathe. He had a Do Not Resuscitate order so there would be no more harrowing trips to the emergency room.

My mom just broke down with exhaustion. So I sat on the bed with Guido and took his good hand in mine. He stilled, his breathing softened and his intelligent green eyes locked on mine. He was seeing me deeply and was fully present.

I was instantly taken back to a night when I was 13-years old and visiting Guido and my mom for the summer.  I’d gotten this hypochondriacal notion that I had cancer. Maybe I saw it on an after-school special or had a particularly large pimple somewhere, who knows, but I was worried. Worried enough to give myself cancer.

I went in search of my mom and found Guido reading in bed. I tried to leave, but he must’ve seen my stricken expression so he stopped me and asked me what was wrong. I told him I was pretty sure I had cancer. He took a moment, then beckoned me to sit next to him on the bed. I did. His intelligent green eyes locked on mine.  He was seeing me deeply and was fully present.

“You don’t have cancer,” he said.

“How do you know?” I asked.

“Your color is excellent, your eyes are clear. You don’t have it.”

It was a benediction. There was no doubt in his voice. It was a foregone conclusion. Yet somehow I felt as if he’d saved me.

Here are the stories I don’t tell about my stepdad:

He fought in the Pacific during World War II. He flew his own private plane. He played a mean trumpet all over San Francisco in the early 80s. He treated laborers like they were his brothers. He could build a house from the ground up. He ran two of the biggest shipping companies on the globe. He helped put me through college. He was larger than life, Anthony Quinn in The Greek Tycoon. He gave my mother a global, sometimes glamorous, frequently imperfect, beautiful life.

That night as I had the privilege to sit with my stepdad and hold his hand, I was seeing him deeply and was fully present.

All of my old stories fell away and the only thing left was love.

My dearest Guido, I was not a perfect stepdaughter. I was impatient and rebellious, but I loved you. You encouraged me to rely on my intellect, to be curious about everything. You made me an Honorary Italian and you unabashedly and publicly expressed your love and affection for my mother and for me time and again, despite my deep embarrassment.

I’m so grateful I could say good-bye to you properly. Thank you for so many of the wonderful things I have in my life and thank you for loving my mom.


Thank you for reading my Requiem For A Heavyweight.


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  1. The Zadge
    The Zadge 21 September, 2011, 10:16

    Beautiful tribute Shannon! And your mom is a beauty!

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  2. Yvonne Condes
    Yvonne Condes 21 September, 2011, 10:28

    Shannon, I'm so sorry. What a beautiful post.

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  3. Vesta Vayne
    Vesta Vayne 21 September, 2011, 11:58

    What a touching post – somewhere Guido is smiling.

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  4. Nikki Farasatpour
    Nikki Farasatpour 21 September, 2011, 12:55

    I am sorry for your loss Shannon. very nicely written piece. May he rest in peace.

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  5. Shannon Bradley-Colleary
    Shannon Bradley-Colleary 21 September, 2011, 13:40

    Thank you for the kind thoughts my friends.

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  6. julie fedderson
    julie fedderson 21 September, 2011, 14:58

    I'm so sorry about your loss, both with Guido's passing and with the past few years of his deterioration. Sometimes that period of living but not truly living is worse than death. You memorialized your stepfather, both the good and the bad, beautifully. I can feel the emotion it took to make him human and to really love the man. Maybe even to forgive a little, too. Take care of yourself.

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  7. Shannon Bradley-Colleary
    Shannon Bradley-Colleary 21 September, 2011, 16:05

    Julie thank you so much for your kind words. Being with my mom and Guido has been the best of times and the worst of times. It was certainly humbling which I can certainly use from time to time. Kisses to you.

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  8. Anonymous
    Anonymous 21 September, 2011, 20:02

    That was really beautiful, honest and healing. I'm glad you had that moment to find the peace you both needed. May your family find comfort. Thank you for sharing.

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  9. Melissa
    Melissa 21 September, 2011, 23:06

    that was so touching .. you do have a way with words. that reflecting back on your relationship with him was so deep…wow! I am so sorry for your loss.

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  10. Anonymous
    Anonymous 21 September, 2011, 23:45

    truly a beautiful epiphany. sometimes a death can make things much more clear than life.

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  11. The Empress
    The Empress 21 September, 2011, 23:47

    Oh, so sorry.

    I'm glad you had time to make things right, you know?

    To see him in a different light.

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  12. Saqib Imran
    Saqib Imran 22 September, 2011, 00:10

    Impressive I Like it alot Good work and Congrats….!!!

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  13. Shannon Bradley-Colleary
    Shannon Bradley-Colleary 22 September, 2011, 08:04

    Again thank you all for the kind words. I'll send them on to my mom. xo

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  14. Lucille Renwick
    Lucille Renwick 22 September, 2011, 12:58

    A truly caring tribute. Buen hecho chica.

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  15. Girl to Mom- Heidi
    Girl to Mom- Heidi 23 September, 2011, 15:26

    I'm so sorry, Shannon. That's a beautiful photo of the two of them and such heartfelt, lovely words. Hugs to you.

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  16. Lisa Tognola
    Lisa Tognola 24 September, 2011, 05:58

    What a compelling post. Beautiful.

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  17. Melissa
    Melissa 26 September, 2011, 09:26

    Sorry for your loss Shannon. Beautifully written. Loved the wedding pic.

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  18. Shannon Bradley-Colleary
    Shannon Bradley-Colleary 26 September, 2011, 11:39

    Hi Melissa — I love the wedding picture too. I found it tucked away in one of my mom's old photo albums so I asked her if I could frame it and put it in my house. And she said yes. They were a unique couple.

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    pakistani lawn collection 27 September, 2011, 11:15

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  20. William Gilger
    William Gilger 9 July, 2012, 12:27

    Although I had filed an obit in my book of losses, I just stumbled on this masterpiece. I worked for many years both for and with Guido and saw most of him in the above composition. We enjoyed mutual trust, respect
    and the good/difficult times that prevail in the steamship/stevedore industry. A good guy!!!

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    • Shannon
      Shannon Author 11 July, 2012, 15:54

      William — how lovely to hear from a friend of Guido’s. He certainly was a Renaissance Man, inimitable in every way. Thanks for reaching out and I will forward to my mom! xo

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  21. Jane
    Jane 17 December, 2013, 21:21

    Good goodbyes are very blessed to have. Very nice story. I’m glad you had a good good bye. I am sure you still miss him.

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    • Shannon
      Shannon Author 18 December, 2013, 07:36

      Thanks for commenting Jane. I do miss him. My mom commemorated him by having a beautiful, large boulder placed in her yard with the inscription. “For Guido, my love.”

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