Like most people, Rodger Carducci was many things to many people. His life was long and he lived it the best he could. It’s important, as I write about the time I spent as his caregiver, to remember he wasn’t always sick and in need of care.
In his youth he was handsome and brilliant. He grew up on farm in Italy yet he held advanced degrees in literature and mathematics. He spoke several languages. As a teen he actively resisted the Gestapo when they took over the family farm. After emigrating to America he served in the U.S. Army.
He was a much-loved son, brother, husband, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. A farmer, poet, accountant, soldier, janitor, mental patient and ordinary man.
He was my teacher in so many ways and the time we spent together was a gift. I loved him very much.