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It was December 1974, I was far away from home. But as always, my grandparent’s Christmas card found its way to my mailbox, in Phoenix, Arizona. You can see their names below, Mario and Domenica.


I didn’t know then that this would be the last Christmas card I would receive from them. My grandmother became ill and my grandfather, who always did the writing in his magnificent cursive, was too preoccupied with nonna’s health to think of anything else. After grandmother’s death, he totally gave up.

Every Christmas I pull out my card from my special box and I read and weep remembering our happy times together.

Buon Natale e felice anno nuovo a tutti

Merry Christmas and Happy New year to all

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