Today would have been my Nonno’s (grandfather’s) 92nd birthday. The more years that pass the more I seem to learn about him. He passed away when I was 3, so my memories of him are not all there, however, I have plenty of pictures and home videos with him, so every so often if I feel like seeing or hearing his voice I get the privilege too. Today I wanted to write a post about him, almost like an open letter to him, to express how I feel about the person he was, and how proud I am to say I am his first grandchild.
I do not remember your smell or your hugs, but I do know you face, and see it often in my dreams. It a perfect world you would still be here, so I could learn more about you and your life however in 2014 I got the wonderful experience to see your childhood home. If only I could have had more than a few hours there, but that is okay because I have promised myself I will go back. In that house was a picture of you, from the first and only time you went back to your hometown to visit your sister. We took it home with us, and now it sits in our living room where we spend a lot of time.