Ave Maria. It was one my mom’s favorites; it will always remind me of her. One of my fondest memories is when she was in the hospital after she fell and broke her hip. After multiple surgeries, she ended up on a respirator for about a week. She began to regain her consciousness and was moved out of ICU. My brother Tony and I followed her into her new room. Once her nurses left the room, Tony started to sing Ave Maria to Mom. As his tender, yet powerful voice reached the notes as only he could do, tears trickled down my face as mom acknowledged his presence.