A birthday

A little Italian pixie was born about 94 years ago. He may have been the only person in my life that absolutely no one ever spoke a bad word of. He left us last year and left everyone with good memories to be shared among all. His wealth measured in nothing but love and affection. 

Honey. No nickname for a self absorbed person, he lived up to it. No joke, no pun left untold. Laughter, smiles...he always made you feel better by his presence.

The light in your eyes and your smile still warms us. That slight little gleam and the smallest twitch of a smile is missed.

Ciao Victor!