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Have lots of memories of my family. My Mom was one of 17 children. My Dad was one of three. Lost my Dad's Mom when very young but had my Mom's Mom until my firstborn. I grew up in a loving, beautiful Italian household. Sunday at Grandma's house was always like a party. Aunts, Uncles, Cousins. Wonderful. I had one brother, Peter, that choose not to know us a long, long, heartwrenching time. I at the age of 16 grew up like an only child. So much for sadness. Family members were very close. We lived on the same block as my Grandmother and it was so neat to call up to my Mom and say "I'm going to Grandma's house." No streets to cross just walked down the block and there was my Grandma, my Aunt Anna and Uncle Joe who lived with her. Had to climb two flights of stairs to get to Grandma's apartment but it was well worth it. She was the most beautiful, smart and presious and loving woman in the world. I loved her with all my heart. She was gentle and kind and was not afraid to show how much she loved us. My Mom and Dad were a love story. Oh they had their moments, their arguments, but always loved each other. Growing up in that kind of atomshere was the greatest. Family was the most important thing in the world. Every person, Man, woman or child loved and cared for each other and was always there for each other. This made it harder to accept my brother's choice to not be a part of the family. What a family he missed out on. I could cry for his children who were deprived of their great grandmother, grandmother and all the Aunts, Uncles and Cousins they should have had in their lives. I married at 19 and adopted two children. They are the loves of my life. My daughter just turned fourty and my son will be 35 next week. Seems impossible but true. The years have just flown by. My daughter has been married for almost 22 years and my son will be married 4 years in a couple of weeks. They have an 18 month old daughter. My Lily, my granddaughter,my precious and beautiful miracle.
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