Monday, March 2, 2020
During one of my recent visits with Zia, we were having a wonderful conversation as we had on many occasions and she recalled when as a small child in Italy, if we ran into people and of course living in a small village we would always run into people, I used to refer to her as my "sposa". What child would feel that way about a person unless that person was truly good, sincere, caring and loving. She was all those things and so much more. Cara Zia, I will miss you much.