I was thinking about my Italian grandmother, Nona, who is now only with us in spirit. Boy, I miss her! You can see her gentleness and her love for people when you look in her eyes. She knew how to serve others. What a legacy. Later on last week, I read a proverb that reminded me of her again. "The memory of the righteous will be a blessing". That stuck with me. And it really is a blessing. Thanks, Nona. Thanks for everything.
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