Paul J. MacCormack was my father in law. He passed at the age of 81 this past Tuesday. He was in my life for 28 years and I miss him.
I met him for the first time at my youngest brother in law Michael’s 8th Grade Graduation. I remember being awed by South Boston’s Gate of Heaven church. (It was originally built with the idea of being Boston’s cathedral, until that was put out in Brighton. I remember being floored at how many people were in this family. Former Boston Mayor Raymond Flynn, a South Boston native, wrote about his experience as the United States Ambassador to the Vatican. Ambassador Flynn brought many people as his guests, until Pope John Paul II Secretary said “Raymond, how many relatives do you have?” I know how the Monsignor felt. It was like its own town. People worked to make me welcome.
When Elaine told her Dad she was getting married, she just asked for a small wedding. Elaine’s the only daughter and the next thing we knew, he had the limo, the photographer, the florist and the DJ, who grew up with Elaine and her brothers.
I remember the trip to the photographer, who lived in Burlington, Massachusetts. He once worked at Gillettes’ became a photographer and ours was the last wedding he would do, (his main gig was going to be the Miss Massachusetts Pageant). My father-in-law held the pen above the contract and said, “Kid, this is your last chance.” (It was really funnier in real life, not in writing).
I called him Dad, because I felt that way about him. After we moved from Massachusetts, when we were visiting, Dad and I would stay up late, watch the Red Sox, and the news and try to solve the world’s problems. We took walks together and we just shared good times.
No one was a stranger for long with him.
I miss him. Nuff said.