PERRE, Domenico

To our dear beloved Nonno Mico

God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be, so he put his arms around you,

and whispered "Come to me".

With tearful eyes we watched you,

and saw you pass away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

hardworking hands at rest,

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best.

Nonno, you are so dearly loved by all of your grandchildren and great grandchildren.