To the man who helped raise me through the summers of my life whether he wanted to or not, thank you for selflessly contributing to the woman I am today. I’ll miss your “hey Jess”, your tough demeanor and trying my damnedest to get a laugh out of you (it was always worth the effort). Im trying to reconcile the end of an era, they just don’t make them like you anymore. You will live on in every one of us who had the honor of knowing you and loving you, and I promise to make your sausage and sharp provolone rolls every Christmas. Give gram a big hug for me, and keep an eye out for us up there, ok? Alla prossima, fai il bravo.