Remembering what we’ve learned from loved ones lost xo

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I’ll remember my uncle

As the man who proudly smiled

He posed for many a picture

Next to relatives and friends

Who shined along with him for sure.

Years ago, as a little girl,

He greeted me with bright smiles,

Some laughs and joking, very carefree

On his lunch, he’d stop in at Grandma’s,

Sat with us and ate homemade pasta e Fagioli.

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Pasta, bread, and more, he heartily ate,

Countless meals were prepared with love.

To Grandma, what hugely mattered,

Was to keep our stomachs full,

While we continued our Italian family chatter.

Over the years, conversations changed,

To current events, weather, and just checking in,

Chats I looked forward to,

For the tone remained the same,