I opened my email, and there it was—Ennio's book. My dad’s last dream. A thousand pages, twenty-point font, typed by his nurse as he spoke his stories.
You see, he was dying of stage four lung cancer. But he wasn’t focused on leaving—he was focused on leaving a legacy.
At first, I ignored it. The task felt too big, too overwhelming. But days before he passed, he said:
“Julie, I’m leaving it to you now. You are to finish my legacy.”
I didn’t realize it then, but saying yes to this impossible task would unearth a treasure—his life, his wisdom, his lessons.
Writing this book was painful. But in the process, I saw his stories come to life. And now, they will live on.
👉 If you have a family story, share it. Keep it alive. Because legacies aren’t just written—they’re lived.
