You write words, delete sentences. It’s hard to find the words. There are not enough words. Tears cloud your vision so you think of the memories. Oh the memories. Too many to count. Blessed is an understatement. Our parents gave us the best gift when they moved next door to Nonna and Nonno. What a gift to grow up next door to your grandparents, ready to great you with love and support. Their life together was full. It reads like a movie, one I would happily watch over and over. Every conversation with them leads us to learn something new about their unbelievable lives together. A “perfect” love to aspire to and appreciate. The mere fact that they found each other at all makes you believe in destiny, that all of this that they created was truly meant to be. And how amazing that we could be a part of it. Lucky us.
Nonno was our family’s true north, our words of wisdom, our guiding soul, a lover of hot fudge sundaes, a baby whisperer. “Do you like to fly first class?” Why yes, yes I do. When you were around him it was easy to believe in yourself because his belief in you never faltered. From cheering you on in the basketball stands, to spending way too much on a collage of photos just because you were in them, to flying across the country for the day to watch you row in nationals, he was there. To taking you fishing and sharing the tricks to get them to bite, to taking you out for a flight and teaching you why flying wasn’t such a scary thing, to joining you for a late night game of poker or craps in Vegas, to a strong, loving hug… you knew he was always there for you. There with you. Ready to celebrate life, love and family. Grandchildren and great-grandchildren were his true joy. To him there was nothing more important, and more enjoyable, than spending time with the ones you love. For him to be a part of my life for 40+ years was just not long enough. Love you & miss you, always.