"for my kids"

It was them who came to this country 50 years ago. They came with nothing. Many with small children. Many with no job or marketable skill or any kind. Some were barely just kids themselves. They came because they knew what a hard life was like. In Italy nothing was easy. They all worked hard for very little benefits. A little bit of store bought food but mostly home grown on the farm. Long days full of manual labors that were literally back breaking. It was not a fun life or an easy life. So they came here. But if you asked any one of them why they came it was always "for my kids."

When they got here it was not so much better. Most of them worked in factory's right when they got to America. Once again hard back breaking work that nobody else wanted to do but they did it happily. If you asked them why, it was always "for my kids." They did all they could to make life better for there kids. Buying books for them to read, sending them to school every day to learn things that they never dreamed of learning them self. Most of these people never went to any kind of school. They learned to read and write on there own. So one day they could sent there kids to college to learn everything.

They did it all. Against all odds, and when they had no support from anyone. Any time in there life if you stoped just for a moment and asked them why they moved so far from everything they ever knew they would always say the same thing. "For my kids."

This entry is for Azi who passed away today. He was one from there generation. Every loss of someone from that generation is a loss from my past. Nonna, Azi and many others that put me here today. Who gave me this opportunity to learn things that they never even dreamed about. I am forever in debt to these people. I wont ever forget what you did for my parents, me, and my kids. You may be gone, but you will never be forgotten.