This is the last bottle of wine we'll ever receive from a certain Hungarian gentleman. He died this week.
His is an interesting story. He and his pregnant wife (who goes by the same name as me) escaped from Communist Hungary. Upon their arrival in Austria she gave birth to their oldest of two sons in a Red Cross camp. Later they moved to Canada and then down here to a small town in Western New York where they came to be friends with my mother and step-father.
This weekend we will drink from this last bottle of wine he gave to us and offer him a toast. He will be missed.
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