Dora Riccio

Dot, Sue, and Olga. I reconnected with my dear old aunts in 1999, when they went to Oak Grove Cemetery to help us bury my mother Ruth beside my father Ralph, their second oldest brother. Each of them remained the gracious aunt I remembered from childhood. Dora was every bit as beautiful. We all promised to remain in touch, one way or another, as best we could.

Last year the death of Tony, the oldest Marotta brother, prompted me to reclaim my birthright as Antonio IV so that I could...

To Those I Love and to Those Who Love Me,

When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do.
You musn't tie yourself to me with tears;
Be happy that we had so many happy years.
I gave my love, you can only guess,
How much you gave to me in happiness.
I thank you for the love each of you has shown.
But now it's time I travelled on alone.
So grieve a while for me, if grieve you must.
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It's...