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Uncle James died

Sunday, November 1 Giantin James has suddenly left the earthly life: the same day my son, who bears the same name, has come of age.
Below the prayer calendar in mortem, in memory of all who knew, loved and esteemed.
"Uncle James has taken his last ever trip. It should reach our loved ones who preceded him. He's gone as it is lived, with discretion and confidentiality that have marked the long and intense mortal existence. - How are you uncle? - the often asked us grandchildren when we saw him walking unsteadily but tireless in the big backyard, intent to water the flower pots or dig plants in the garden he loved so much and feed and look after chickens and rabbits. - Mai is well cuss! - answered, even if it was not concerned about being a burden to someone or something. You can say man at 360 degrees, there were so many interests and things that have been employed in the course of his life. Men's quiet but tenacious. Intensely lived 84 years to treat primarily the interests of the family, intent on the care of his old material and spiritual (the father and paternal uncles), root age and then withered and died peacefully thanks to him. I will remember above all that his uncle, a symbol of a way to live life as you may not use more: passion, dedication, understanding of the needs and feelings of others, to suffer deeply when, as unfortunately happens in so many different stories families are broken or lost and with links to the other yesterday indissoluble. Uncle Jack, or even James "Iacomini" as everyone called him, was a true gentleman of a time that may never come back: a noble heart, the doctor of many in the country, poet, writer, tour guide for churches, museums and palaces but also a gardener, farmer .. in short, a gentleman just like now. Secular, but deeply religious, liberal in his ideas and political orientation, for all those who had attended the kindness of spirit, wise advice and great humanity. Trace of him remains, as has been lavished on advice and help, even in the works of our local writers. Thanks to individual study, supported without great pundits or experts, Thanks for reading and passion for history, art, music, theater and visual arts was able to sustain conversations and passionate discussions with anyone on any topic. Capacity he has also poured in treating the 'education and our growth enjoyed the Educational Achievement of grandchildren and great-grandchildren, we had a prof. at home and helped us to love the study, literature, (the hospital bedside stood a text by G. D'Annunzio, author of the most loved by him), to love science, reading and beautiful things . I myself have inherited from his love and passion for culture, for my work, politics, the real one. Dear Uncle, you shared with us the moments of our marriages, the baptism of our children, our joys, successes and failures. You have given us, as you were a wise, useful to express our values \u200b\u200band fulfill ourselves. You were well known and respected in the country, but also in the Riviera del Brenta, to Venice, you have always been elusive character, reserved, but eclectic. You were in love with Venice and events related to the history of Venice, when I attended a weekly health and the weight of years allows you to go to the theater season of the Goldoni and the musical of the Phoenix, to meet his sister and friends. You will still have some anger, dear uncle, who from: have not seen that your prints Marchese Manfredini book on the making of which you have worked for years, and the oratory of the family to which you cared so much, not yet restored. We will do everything, uncle, why are they made of your dreams. Rest and then bring the scent of flowers and plants in your garden, his uncle, the silence of the mornings and evenings lived in the rooms of the big house that you leave here. Were three: you, my Italian father, my mother Florence and now in that big house our / my old remained in two and mother, who loved you like a brother, I know that it will continue at lunch and dinner the window to call you in court: "Iacomiiin, x is ready! "And you respond to later and later, intent to treat the house, furniture, paintings, garden, chicken coop, your books and the artistic heritage of decades which have filled the house and the spiritual heritage of the lack of which now makes us all poorer .
you be accompanied by the prayer of Don Massimo, you wanted very well, that of Don Michael Don and Don Florindo Gimo that we have estimated from the first moment you have known and that all of us, relatives and friends. We accompany finally, in some ways one of the many poems that you left us:


I love the sun,
silence, open spaces,
I love my friends, few, outspoken
be together
the song to be alive. The night
well,
with lights or at risk,
love life, his ups and downs

not for barter
bad luck, but again
out. I love to grow
years
the infinity of the free port, created
love, goodness,
and all that exists.


Hello uncle, it is evening, retire to your room, including your card e.. is still with us. I will spend more later to see if you need a hand in the garden or at the computer that I know will find it hard to get me to say yes. - Go home that you SPET, I turn to dapartuto - tell me once again. Hello uncle. Hello James. Iacomini Hello! bon voyage .. "Flavio

Giantin. Grandchild

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