After a giggly, gourmet, ninety-six-ish year journey, my grandmother (“Nonnie”) has taken a seat at that great macaroni house in the sky.
When a family member dies, I’m usually asked to write a eulogy. It’s a task that, quite frankly, I’d be happy to do without.
But in Nonnie’s case, the eulogy was easy. I’ve been writing it for the past decade.
You’ll find it HERE.
Buon appetito, and save room for the pusties.
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