Monday, May 15, 2023
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My deepest condolences. Primo Manuel, we loved visiting you growing up. My dad would bring us to your home, you had pet a name for my siblings and I, Little Buggers. You'd take us out in your pickup truck to see your cows and around your land, it was always a great adventure. Your home and farm was your passion and you loved sharing it with us. I remember doing small things like feeding the chicken, I remember your strawberry garden, cutting hot peppers with my cousins to jar, everyone telling me to wear gloves but I didn't, I couldn't sleep that night my hands were on fire. You'd let's us ride the tractor, I even had my first driving lesson, well before my toes could reach the peddle. You'd have a fridge full of little plastic containers with holes in them for freash cheese, we'd indulge with freash cheese and corn bread sitting around the kitchen chating. I remember sleep overs and Christopher's drum set.
I had hoped to visit this summer with my siblings.
Primo you were always so kind and welcoming, I know that you would have welcomed us just the same as if my dad were with us. I always looked forward to visiting 'Primo do farm'. I only wish we had more time.
You will be missed very much but the memories will be treasured forever.
With so much love.
Leena Brandao
