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To the Editor:
I must have to agree that there is a certain and incomparable feel about Sundays that is much different from all of the other days of the week. I don’t know why it is, but you just know it’s Sunday.
It used to be the smell that wafted throughout the house, especially your bedroom, of mom’s gravy (tomato sauce) with the accompanying of the sausage and meatballs joyfully frolicking in the swarm of the tomato gravy. It will soon be transferred into the bigger pot with the ravioli.
Then there was the spread on the floor of the Sunday comics that added to that unmistakable feel of Sunday morning at home.
But as I have mentioned in the past, it is a horribly sad time because there is no more family left, and all of my friends have departed. The loneliness is excruciating. God in heaven, how I miss and long for my family, and all of my friends.
To all of you, love your family and always hold them dear and close. The alternative is indeed crushing. My heart truly goes out to all of you and your loving family and friends.
Frank Cavallaro
South Philadelphia
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