Caroline Manzo

Caroline talks about coping with empty nest syndrome, convincing Albert to retire, and more.

on Jun 28, 2010

 

Hey guys, it’s that time again, another week has passed and here we are, episode nine...

OK, let’s start with my sisters Fran and Cookie. We had so many laughs during that lunch, I’m hoping you all get to see a little more of them. Maybe they’ll reappear in a lost footage episode, your guess is as good as mine! I’m very fortunate to have my sisters so close. Over the years we’ve been each other’s truest friends and biggest cheerleaders. Make no mistake; we’ve had our fair share of battles too. They usually don’t last very long and are quickly forgotten. I can always count on them to be there when I need them, and to tell me the truth, whether I want to hear it or not. Included in this group is Jacqueline, as well as my other sister-in-laws. We are a force to be reckoned with, that’s for sure, and I sometimes think the boys are afraid of us!

Albie’s story will play out over the next few episodes, so I can’t really elaborate too much on our conversation. I would like to just say once again how proud I am of him and his decision to share his story with all of you. I know I’ve said it already, but I need to say it again, thank you for your support. We’ve literally received thousands of letters from all over the world of both encouragement and gratitude for giving inspiration to those facing similar challenges. Thank you for showing Albie that he is not a failure, and most importantly not alone. For that I will be eternally grateful.

Now let’s talk about my negotiating Albert’s retirement. Trust me, I know one thing for sure, that man will never retire. He just doesn’t have it in him. I’ve known this for years. I just thought I’d start big and work myself down to a compromise.

Albert has been working 16-hour days for nearly thirty years. I worry about him. Life is too short, and I think he deserves to stop and smell the roses for a bit. You can’t blame a girl for trying. I have to admit he’s getting better. I still haven’t gotten a Saturday night out of him, but every now and again he’ll come home early or go in a little later. Baby steps Caroline, baby steps. Rome wasn’t built in a day. So for now I’ll do as I’ve done for the past thirty years, go to him at The Brownstone. I call it "visitation." Not only do I visit Al, I visit Christopher too. It’s funny; when I don’t stop in I’ll get a phone call, "Babe, where are ya?" Gotta love him.