| My Dad, Louis Ross |
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| My Father had the most terrific personality of anyone I have ever met. |
My Mom at the keyboard, thinking of those expensive piano lessons for Ray and me.
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| My Mom, Josephine Ross |
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| She sang and played and makes one hell of a dish of spaghetti |
The apple of Dad's eye, my Daughter, Gina
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| My Daughter, Gina Ross |
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| My beautiful kid. She's smiling because she loves me or my check cleared (only kidding, honey) |
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| My Brother, Ray Ross |
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| Ray loves pizza almost as much as playing records. Sure makes a mess when he gets them mixed up. |
An Aunt who was much more like a sister
| My Aunt Margie |
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| Simply the sweetest person ever. You can't do any better than that. |
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