On the night before the start of my ride (Sept 7th 2011), I received a call saying my Uncle in Italy had passed away after a long illness. His name is Dr Pietro Graziano. Zio Pietro as I call him, was loved by many and I mourn his passing. This blog is not the place to say why he was so important to me, a story for another day.
Zio, I will miss you and think of you always. All the new places I go to, I will pause and think of the life you gave me by giving me your blood and pushing when other Drs wanted to give up.
I will miss you.
Your nephew Mario
