My grandma's favorite color was blue and her favorite number was 13, just like my daughter's favorite number.
She was a private person and like in the movie, The Fockners, there definitely was a "family circle of trust."
My grandma literally spent hours planning our future by planning how hers was going to end.
For the bond to be strong though you have to do what's not popular sometimes.
For sure my grandmother's funeral would have attracted hundreds. Though probably not as extreme as her brother-in-law, the late Darius Caffarratti, for his funeral attracted madams, public officials, family and friends.
The smallness made even the priest open up about how he had lost his own mother this year.
"Oh, Julia Ferrari, now that's a famous name he explained in his South African accent."
Grandma believed that charity begins at home.
We had a semi-surprise birthday for her years ago and she whipped up homemade pasta sauce with the tomatoes from the backyard.
Everyone agreed, it was the most scrumptious pasta sauce we'd ever had.
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