From as far back as I can remember, my Aunt Grace has been the one relative who had a limitless supply of joy, enthusiasm and love of life. It poured out of every element of her being. In a family of what we might call ‘old fashioned’ Italians, she was proudly American—and I love her for it.

As any of you who met her know, Grace Liso enhanced the lives of all those she came in contact with. This was particularly true of my mother—who would always return from visits to Aunt Grace’s home somehow more relaxed and younger looking.

Even my foreign-born wife Blanca was given the royal treatment. Grace sang, stuffed us with delicious food and told entertaining stories, with the ease of one who is comfortable on stage.

This past Wednesday night, through the final hours of her life, three of my sisters and I observed the boundless love that her children Nicky, Anthony and Anna have for her. It was both wrenching and wonderful to witness.

My grandmother, Grace’s oldest sister, said it is best to die surrounded by your loved ones. Fortunately this happened as even Grace’s grandchildren were present for those final moments.

I think it is appropriate that she was named Grace because for more than nine decades she demonstrated grace in action. Her dignity and happiness over such a long period of time is an inspiration to us all, especially on this day that we honor her.

In closing I’d like to read a short verse from my favorite songwriter, Neil Peart of Rush. This, appropriately, is from Grace Under Pressure.

Suddenly—you were gone
From all the lives you left your mark upon.

Robert Begley