All I want to say is that I'm thinking of the three of you tonight.
I wish I could translate the poem I have that you wrote, Grandpa (but it's in Hungarian!).
I wish I could have one of your (almost) thirty soups for all the days in a month, Grandma.
And I wish that you could hug me again, Mami, just as you did on that long-ago day in Cuba...antes de que caimos en El Exilio.
51 years come October 29...
Love and kisses--always--
Ninina
