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My mother, Emma, married Vito's dad, Dominic, when I was 7 years old. I remember him as being so kind to me, a pesty little girl. As I grew older I remember him as a handsome man-about-town who always drove a nice car. He had beautiful girlfriends. I remember when he was married to Betty who I always liked. Unfortunately I lost touch with Vito for many years. A few years back, as a Community Hospice volunteer, I went to visit a hospice patient at Orangeburg Manor. I was walking down the...
June 30, 2014