I remember growing up my Nino was always the person who fixed my “ouchies”, the one who made me feel better. Mom could not stand the site of blood; she would drive while I was bleeding in the car and take me to my godparent's house so he could patch me up. I also remember being the person that would walk on his back to crack it. I would walk on it back and forth, side to side, and lightly jump on it. Nino and I used to have a loving battle over the turkey neck during Thanksgiving. He loved the turkey neck and so did I. Some years I would come in and steal it before we started eating so he would not see me devouring it, or there would be more than one. Some years he would put it aside for me, other years he would share. I think during high school I grew out of wanting to eat meat off the bone, so finally he could have the turkey neck all to himself. I do not know why it was such a battle because I think he always shared. I was just being a typical kid. My most rewarding memories were inviting him to both my graduations for my nursing and nurse practitioners ceremonies and him going because I worked so hard for these accomplishments. For the past 35 years, I have only had cherishing loving memories from my Nino and from that I have and am blessed to be a part of his legacy. The family will continue to make more memories as he would have wanted us to.