Pentecost

 This is for my grandmother Marta, who was the most devoted relgious god loving woman I have ever known. If I have ever learned what it means to be what is gods name... it is her.

To my fearless and borderline ferocious uncle Anibal Martins who undoubtedly helped instil my faith in god.

My grandfather's David Almeida and Adriano Bastos who mutually respected each other with wisdom and their hearts. I share this bond in what is being a man I am.

My dear Benilde, who loved me unconditionally and I think of often... you should still be here with us my amor.

My godmother Natercia Bastos. I will do your service. You above everyone in my god forsaken life. You believed I was special and you totally totally thought I was one of a kind. I will honor this. My work is not done.

To my parents. Who I would die for.

My sister Marta, her spouse and my nephews. I will protect.

My family in Van town.

All Portuguese aunts, uncles Justino - Antonio - Fernando - Alberico - my cousins Pedro - Tonito. Muitas saudes queridos.

This time of year means the world to me.

- Marco