When a grandma dies a piece of history goes with it: 90 years of life, memories and feelings, all go, suddenly.
My grandma died recently and many flashbacks and memories have resurfaced all of a sudden. Feelings you did not know you had inside come up to life and just don’t want to go away.
My grandmother was twice a mum just like your mum. She was different, she was special, she was a grandmother.
She was a lover of taste: her apron knew all the flavours of the kitchen: from homemade pasta, to wonderful risottos and delicious apple cakes. What I have learned from her will stay with me forever, just like her tender words when she used to pass me her wisdom and her passion for life.
She only had one man in her life, who, when he was dying held her hand and said “I love you, see you again”. A fairy tale of modern times? Perhaps. Enough to give me chills through my spine.
As a child many times her hand made me fall asleep; she would calm me, make me dream and teach me about love. There is no substitute for a grandmother.
I will cherish your memories forever.
Ciao nonna XXX