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I’m happy to know that, at the very least, he got to see that I worked hard—sempre forte is something he’d always say to me (“always strong”), usually when we were saying goodbye to each other, in person or on the other end of the telephone line—, which was eternally important to him. He seemed proudest of us as long as he knew we were working our asses off and getting paid. I’m content that he knows we’re all following our passions, that we’re living the lives that he left his family behind in Italy to help create—that his personal sacrifice was worth it. I’m grateful that he has lived a long life that allowed him to see the birth of his great-grandchild, to see her grow and blossom, to hold her. We all noticed his face brighten when his great-granddaughter shared the room with him. She added vitality and brightness to this often-grumpy but truly wonderful, strong, and benevolent old man’s gaze.