Saturday, March 23, 2024
Maria and I grew up together. Maria was one year younger than me. In Italy at that time they dressed toddlers in a brown dress as a devotion to the Blessed Mother. After wearing that dress for a year, my mother passed it on to Maria. We joked about this dress all our lives. I miss the hours spent talking on the phone reminiscing about Italy but most of the time we talked about our grandchildren. My memory will always be about the day we went to visit Nina. Maria looked so beautiful. She smiled the whole time we were there We held hands and we were so happy to spend time together. The memories are many and too long to put in a book, but I will cherish them in my heart for ever. Fly with the angels Maria. You will be missed and will always be in our hearts and prayer. Love you
