the death of my italian Grandmother

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I remeber seeing the tearso on my grandmothers face when she looked into my eyes for the last time. I still wonder whether she was emotional due to fact that i was leaving Italy , or perhaps she knew when she looked at me that it was our last moment together . Its hard to believe that seven years have passed since i sat with my grandmother on her balcony , seven years since i went shopping with her , and seven years since our last moment together. Finding out about my grandmothers death was the saddest moment in my life . I didn't understand . I didn't expect it to happen , not to me . I wondered why god had taken an important person away from my life , ad for that i felt confused and miserable . I cried for hours that day . Nothing could have brought me joy that day but the presence of my grandmother , but she was gone and i found it hard to overcome the situation. I arrived in Italy two days afteri was informed about the death. Stepping out of the airoplane was one of the most breathtaking moments of my life because i felt her presence when a ruush of muld air struck me aswell ...

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