Gail Durso
Miss you Jimmy. Easter is tomorrow and you will be missed sitting at the table smiling and telling stories. You spent every holiday with us and the kids still talk about all of the memories we made together. Sometimes I dream about you and when I wake up I'm sad that it was only a dream. I will never forget all of those loving and beautiful things you told me. Your quiet, private talks with me will always remain in my heart.

