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Haven't had time to post between mornings at the beach and afternoons helping my dad work out the details of Uncle Don's 'transfer' to Italy (wouldn't be appropriate to say 'shipment', now would it...) . Would you believe he needs his passport and they can't find it?

 

And would you believe his body is still at the morgue and we have no idea when his funeral will be?

The other night I dreamed I saw him all tangled up in strips of cloth, like a half bound-up mummy. I can really feel how his soul longs for repose.

And as I write, life goes on. I've invited 15 people to dinner tonight. "Brodetto di pesce" (seafood stewed in tomato sauce) and corn on the cob from our field.

 

And best thing of all, my husband is cooking... :-)

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Love, Forgiveness, Divine Mercy

My cousin Donato, Uncle Don, as I used to call him as a child, was another incredible person in our family. He, too was an artist. He lived in New Jersey, near Uncle Joe and Aunt Mary for many years, and he and his wife Rose were part of those childhood memories I so cherish. Aunt Rose used to play the piano and I loved to listen to the music float up the stairs as I waited for sleep to come. He was a very attractive, very well read and extremely creative man. Many people used to call him a ‘Renaissance Man’. He was a painter, a sculptor, an engineer, a cook, a carpenter, a philosopher. You name it, he could do it! There was only one ‘odd’ thing about him. He was an atheist. But it didn’t matter to us, we loved him very much in spite of it. We didn’t really know what it meant anyway. Whenever he used to travel for work, he would stop by our place for dinner on the way to wherever he was going. My mom would make home made pasta for him, which she never seemed to have time to do normally. So we considered it a really special occasion when he would surprise us.

He got divorced from his wife about 25 years ago and moved to Florida, to Anna Maria Island. He used to tell my mom he chose to live there because it reminded him of her (Anna Maria). He lived alone, and would live off the land, raising fruit and vegetables in his back yard, and throwing the nets out from his canal-side dock to catch some fish. He was very frugal (stingy) and had no tv. He had intellectually stimulating friends and seemingly needed no one.

On May 30th he sent my parents a 50th anniversary card. On June 2nd (my parents’ anniversary) he was found floating off the City Pier at Anna Maria. He had died of a massive heart attack. He remained unidentified until June 7th, when the sheriff’s investigation determined who he was. To this day, his body is still at the morgue. The sheriff tried contacting his ex wife, but to no avail. None of his neighbors knew how to contact his brother here in Italy. Turns out his wife is now living in Florida, although not close to him, where she is caring for her dying brother and is too ill herself to handle things.

A number of coincidences led us to discover what happened. At zia’s wake, a friend told me that Uncle Don’s brother had been looking for him for weeks. I then recalled that my dad had mentioned not being able to contact him to thank him for the card. I spoke to my dad right after the funeral and asked him to do a little snooping. That evening at 11:00 pm of the day of Zia’s funeral, we found out what happened and I informed Uncle Don’s brother. Uncle Don and his brother had done a few mean things through the years, against Zia and her sisters (Uncle Joe’s sisters). It’s very complicated, but suffice to say that he kicked zia and her sister out of the house they were born in when they were 90 and 92 years old! There had been a very long family feud over the house throughout the previous 50 years that ended up with unjust eviction for them, which is one of the reasons why zia had come to live with me.

It seems evident to us that Zia, in passing away, must have encountered his soul and helped free him, so he could finally have a proper burial. Sunday, the day zia died, was the feast of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel, and my mom’s birthday. My mom was zia's favorite niece and Donato was the one who had made her suffer most. My mom really loved Uncle Don in spite of what he did. It’s incredible how the bonds of love can renew everything. And our Lord, in his infinite mercy chose to show His tenderness on that day.

I really believe that this bond of human love and forgiveness, united with and in Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross, was Uncle Don’s salvation.He left no specific instructions not to have the Roman Catholic funeral rite, but I don’t know if his brother will organize this for him. I know he is making arrangements to bring his body back to Italy.

I have no idea what will happen to his art work, as I don’t think his brother would understand its value. And that is more food for thought. Even things of wondrous beauty can be totally and mysteriously void of significance if they are not created on the basis of a higher form of love.

On Extended Families

We buried Zia Ernesta on Monday. During her funeral the tears I’d held back for so long finally came, abundant, bittersweet. The poison that was still in my heart (not as much as I thought there would be) was washed out by those tears. I felt waves of forgiveness come over me and go back to her as I gazed at her casket through the tears. I still missed her after all these years, but I realize that now she is beyond the limits of time and space, so in some way, she is with me again.

Ever since I came to Italy, my aunt, who had no children, had started hinting that she wanted me to take care of her when she got too old to handle things on her own. I was only 23 the first time she said that to me and I must admit it terrified me, because of the responsibility this entailed. It didn’t help that my aunt was very demanding and I was only a spineless jellyfish with no experience and who did not know how to say NO. When she and Zio got too old to fend for themselves we decided to have them come to live at my mom’s place next door to my house, which in reality was a part of my grandmother’s (zia E’s sister) home that had been split up between my mom and her two sisters. She was an integral part of our lives from October of 92 until October of 97 when she went to live in Milan with her sister.

I guess I should explain that extended families are quite common in our area of Italy. At one time, there were 4 generations of my husband’s family living under one roof. Back then, our home was divided into 3 living quarters: a 2 bedroom apartment for us, a one bedroom apartment for my inlaws, and a bedroom, stairway and bath room for my husband’s grandparents who shared our floor with us but had a separate entrance. My in-laws built this house one room at a time, starting with the oldest part which dated back to the late 1700’s. So here we were, all living under one roof, leading separate enough lives, although there were (and still are) frequent invasions of each other’s privacy because we do not lock the doors leading to each other’s apartments. So if I run out of sugar or soda, and it’s too late to go to the store, my kids ‘raid’ their grandma’s cupboard or fridge. And my mother in law (although her husband would never think of doing this) feels free to come up whenever she wants, on her TIPTOES mind you! You have no idea how many times she has sneaked up on me and I ended up dropping the eggs or whatever…There have also been some embarrassing moments…but I diverge…

In any case, I have to admit it wasn’t easy. Not at all. But that’s the way it was and is, so I ended up accepting it to save my sanity. It does have its advantages…she hangs out my clothes, will load the dishwasher if I don’t have time before I go to work. On the other hand, I take her to the doctor’s (she’s a hypochondriac, so you can imagine…) and to visit family and friends who live out of town, and other things. My father in law is a very sweet man. And he is great for my boys. He is writing his memoirs about the war and his childhood and is leaving this wonderful heritage to his grandchildren.

When my husband’s grandparents got sick (first Nonna Fiora, bedridden for 3 years and then Nonno Giovanni, bedridden for 3 months), my mother in law took care of them. They rarely spent any time in the hospital and were very well cared for, although this continuous assistance took its toll on my mother in law. However, the positive thing was that my children interacted with everyone very well and were given a wonderful example of selflessness and sacrifice. I used to watch them on Sunday afternoons so my m-in-l could get out for a bit.

A couple of months after my aunt and uncle came to live at my mom’s place, her husband became ill. He was confused and irascible. My aunt would not accept that he needed special care that neither she nor I could give him, because I was pregnant and she was too frail. The stressful situation got me hospitalized for a week just before Christmas. The doctor’s orders when I went home were to avoid stress, so I tried to limit my visits to my aunt. I saw her on Christmas and then I went on New Years Day. But I skipped her birthday, December 29th. When I went over on Jan 1, she verbally attacked me when I walked in the door. Let’s just say I didn’t take that very well…

A couple days later zio developed pneumonia and ended up in the hospital. Zia demanded that we buy him a hospital bed and bring him home as soon as he got better. We did what she asked, got the bed set up, but were very worried. When zio got better, my husband went to the hospital to pick him up, but miraculously the doctors told him he could not be sent home because he had a fever of 101°. This fever lasted a week and on January 27th, he died. The Lord had taken matters into His own hands. Zia was devastated but she realized that it was God’s doing and resigned herself to His will. That was another miracle.

Lorenzo was born 3 weeks later and the first person to come and visit me was Zia. One day, about 2 months later, as Zia held Lorenzo in her arms, she looked at me and said, “You know, I was the first person to come and visit you because I needed to make sure the baby was ok. I was afraid I had caused him some kind of damage.” That’s when we began having a real relationship. She was an extremely intelligent person, and we talked about everything. She was very interested in religion and I would read pages of St. Theresa of Lisieux’s diary or Maria Valtorta’s writings aloud to her. She was good company, but she could not accept that she was living in my house. She had always considered herself of a higher caste than my husband’s family. She was an artisan and they were farmers. She could not adapt, and wanted to go back to my mother’s apartment. But she kept getting sick from going back and forth to have meals with me. I couldn’t take care of two houses and it was best she spend the evenings with us in front of the fireplace and then go right to bed without going outside. Zia left my house in December of 97, saying she wanted to spend some time with her sister. She never came back.

The Gospel reading on the day of her funeral was Matthew 10:42 :

“And whoever gives one of these little ones even a cup of cold water
because he is a disciple, truly, I say to you,

he will by no means lose his reward."

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