There are so many wonderful memories of this amazing woman. Singing Italian songs, dancing, playing cards, playing piano, her blue crab sauce, Sunday dinners, sitting on the stoop in summer, hanging laundry in the basement, hearing stories of my mischievous dad and her defending him, being called “kid” even when I’m 60, going to the beach, watching her see something amazing, the plastic covers on her dogs that would rip the skin of the back of your legs in summer, but most of all, her glorious hugs and kisses. Know I was loved. I’m blessed my children also have their own set of fabulous memories with her