I remember the day you were born. I was 9 years old, and to me you were not just a sister - but also my child! As you grew older you became my best friend. I still remember the voyage to America in December of 1955...the fun we had on the boat, and the arrival in New York, where after a day of going through customs, we finally took a train to come to Chicago, arriving on New Year's Eve. It has been almost 50 years - but there isn't a day that passes by that I don't think of you and miss you! I am the only one in our family left....waiting for the day when I'll be able to join you and give you all those hugs that I haven't been able to give you all these years.
May God always be with you!
I miss you and love you!
Your brother Paul
-- (Paul Ciminello, Brother - December 2008)