You are a wonderful memory to me. I am the sister of Andrea, who was your son Bobby's fiance. I was only a young girl when my sister lost her first love Bobby. You and Fred kept our family close to you for many years. I have in my possession a piano which you had in your apartment when your boys were growing up. I spoke with you about it last year. I could not believe how youthful you stayed throughout the years and how you sounded the same as when I first met you. You used to make spaghetti for my little brother and I, and it was so delicious. You took my brother and I bowling because you felt so sorry for us because we didn't have much of a family life. I have cherished this piano that Fred gave to me after Bobby died. It became even more cherished after Murray received the Oscar for Amadeus. Jo, I thank you so much for bringing pizza to us at Andie's house when my mother died in the car accident. You were a gem of a human being who always thought of others in times of crisis. You were a woman without peers and I go to bed tonight with sweet thoughts of your person. Your son fills our lives with enrichment on PBS with his narrations of wonderful nature programs. You were so proud of your boys, and you had every right to be. I lived in the apartment house with Jack and Situ on Ange Street in El Paso. Fred gave my husband and I a wonderful apartment to live in when we first started out as a couple in 1970, and Situ brought us Syrian bread every day and she and I would talk for hours (even though we didn't speak the same language). She loved my little boy Michael and held him in her arms and kissed him while she rocked him to sleep. These are memories of your family that I hold dear to my heart.
Jo, I know you are speeding your way to heaven where you belong. You will be there with Bobby, Jack and Fred and you will be a family again. You lost your sons when they were so young, and you will be reunited with them finally. Maybe you will see Andrea too. Say hello for us. We miss her.