Friday, November 29, 2024
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As the singing went on, there was this great gust of wind and I could hear the wind chimes outside my window.
My grandfather, who, in this family, we call No No Mikey, was a wonderful man. Cooking for his family was his way of showing love and affection. Although I carry his name, I like to think that I've been blessed with his flare too. He was funny, had an infectious smile and he loved his grandkids deeply. Although he will be deeply missed, he will live long in my blood, in my heart and in our memory. Thank you the shared meals Nono. Love Michael