Thursday, October 13, 2011
Tony, Mary Ann and Michael,
The tower of strength that was your mother was also the warm and sensitive, loving person who was my sister. She was also preciously honest, part of the naivete from which that preciousness stemmed. On a recent visit, when I expressed my doubt about her love for me being less than that for Buffy, the little shitzu ball of fur on her lap, she hesitated, wanting to be honest with me. The hesitation was too long and my love for her too great not to find the experience wonderfully humorous.
She and I and our other three Fortini sisters shared something special; we knew we were blessed with the best parents ever. Grandpap and Grandma now have the pleasure of having with them once again their devoted and extra-special, beautiful first-born.
Love from Aunt Dorsey
