It seems so apt that my husband, sons, and I moved to Merrick, where Uncle Ed and Aunt Cetta lived for many years. My memories of their years in Queens are vague as I was young, but I remember many, many happy times spent at their home on the bay, playing on their old wooden houseboat, and eating delicious spaghetti dinners with crabs that Uncle Ed caught on the bay earlier that day. Uncle Ed was a towering man, so much of a contrast with his Nordic good looks to our other short, but equally handsome Italian uncles. What a pair he and Aunt Cetta made...she being less than five feet tall and he at least six feet or maybe taller. Of course we all were intrigued by the story of how he lost his sight in one eye. He always had a twinkle in his eye, though, and I never remember him being cross or stern. Always happy and laughing. My heart is heavy as I mourn my uncle's passing. Rest in peace, Uncle Ed. Aunt Cetta is waiting to embrace you at Heaven's gates.