Hi Nonno, just wanted to say hi and that I love you. You were such a special person - always full of life and jokes. I remember one joke in particular. "What do you say to a ghost with three heads?" - "Hello, hello, hello." We all started cracking up at the dinner table when you said this a couple Halloweens ago because it was the dumbest/cutest thing we had ever heard. I'll never forget that extendable fork of yours, either. You'd whip it out at family functions when no one was looking and steal food off people's plates...mostly Aya's plate. Then she'd call you "Angelinoooo" for behaving contrary to your "angelic" name. And then there's that time we were at Boston Market and you asked the big group of black guys in front of us if they were part of some football team or something. You were always so "shy" about everything. Thank you for being grandfather to all my friends. You were my biggest fan, my #1 supporter. I was your peach, your favorite granddaughter (sorry, Lynette). ;) We're going to miss you so much, Nonno, but your memories will never fade. Your humor will live on in our hearts forever. I look to you and Nonna as the epitome of love. Your marriage is something I'll always admire. She finishes your sentences and you tell everyone she's your mother...if that's not love, I don't know what is. I appreciate the person you raised my father to be. I know I don't have to tell you this, but he's one fantastic son. Who else would endure so many years of embarrassment? The other day, my dad said one of the nurses was doing something for you, and you said to my dad (in front of the poor guy) "Hey Paul, isn't this guy a bozo?" Again, never shy. Thanks for always treating my newspaper articles as if they had been published in the New York Times, for cheering for me at all my basketball/volleyball and flag football games as if I actually had some semblance of athletic ability, and for showing our entire family that everything life throws at you - war, 3 hip replacements, arthritis, etc. - is conquerable with family and faith. Hope your mom's spoiling you up there and that you and your dad are catching up. Try not to call any of the angels bozos. I love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living, my Nonno you'll be. I love you, Nonno. Rest in peace.##imported-begin##Bernie Zilio (your favorite granddaughter) ;)##imported-end##