05/29/2026
3 Generations of Scillia men: my grandfather, Sebastian βJackβ Scillia; my father, Vincent Scillia; and me.
If only we could have had the opportunity to take a picture together. Both were taken from us far too soon. My father was just 9 years old when he lost his dad, and I was only 19 when I lost mine.
Sadly, the Scillia name ends with me. But names are more than what gets passed down on paper. They live on through the values, lessons, stories, and memories we carry forward. Everything I am is built on the shoulders of the men who came before me.
Iβm honored to be a Scillia. Iβm honored to come from proud people. And Iβll spend the rest of my life making sure their names are never forgotten.
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