Sad times

Today I decided to make a call to my parents, the first one during this trip, because I had a strange feeling. I knew something was wrong.

And I got the bad news. My Great Grandmother died yesterday.

She was ill, so it was somewhat expected. But you can never be prepared to such events. Nor was I.

She was very old.... was able to survive two wars and to grew up three children.

I last saw her a few months ago and hoped to meet her again in this summer. However many things changed in my life in the last few months and, as a result, I'm now in Dublin where I should have been with my parents.

She was very religious and always trained me that way. I haven't yet found a religion that suits me, but hope that God will take care of her the way she deserve.

I will miss you, nonna.

The soundtrack for this post is 'Gocce di memoria'. Hear it, close you eyes, pray with me.