Nani, when I think of you, I think of when I was a kid at Christmas. You, papa and Dean would come and spend the holidays with us. You would make these Christmas candy bucketsfor my sisters and I. They were decorated in Christmas paper, stickers and ribbons, and inside there were always candies that I'd never seen before, little books and gifts. When I think about it now, how much work and time you put into these buckets. At birthdays, there were the cakes you would bake with the coins inside wrapped in foil. When we would come up to see you, you would always have tarts, cakes, rolls freshly baked waiting for us. Then we would play board games late into the night. I remember your big laugh, and you putting pin curls in my hair. And later in life when I was married and living in Italy, you would always write to me and remember my birthday with the nicest cards. You will always be in my heart. I miss you. I love you. Michele