for two souls that will forever be entwined with mine!
What a week
I just started to relax in melbourne, my fifth city in almost as many months. Its been a whirlwind this year, and yesterday blew the biggest twister of them all. My nonno passed away yesterday, my nonno, gone......gone to my nonna after years of him missing her. I have been preparing myself for over a year, ever since last september, but bam it still smacked me for a six. I spent some really good solid time with that man, and learnt to love him as a grandfather, as an italian, as a husband, a father, and as a human throughout that time, I saw so many different depths with him. our grandfather/granddaughter bond was one of the greatest relationships I have had in my life - the bond of blood through our skin, such an amazing thing to have experienced. I miss him, i have missed him for years while i have been travelling, but no regrets - we had our time and i learnt so much about family, culture, love. He also helped me understand different lifetimes, our lives couldnt have been more extreme from eachothers yet somehow there was still something that bought us together, him a classic sicilian style grandfather with a stubborn mind except sometimes for us his grandchildren. Me a stubborn 20 something year old, travelling the world, asking questions and pushing boundaries. Yet on times we combined the two, with me bringing backpackers to visit him and he never ceased to amaze me for his warth and how quickly he was to host my friends from all continents in the world. Of course the young italian girl was his favourite - such is the man he was. Forever working the room - the camiolo godfather himself. I will dearly miss sitting down to eat lunch with him, then a coffee and a cigarette before retiring upstairs to watch italian tv that i dont understand until the two of us fall asleep. Those moments are what life is about, i thank him so much for having the love for me like he did - never to be forgotten in my heart and soul. to be missed but in a way i am so happy for him, in my eyes in my heart nonno and nonna belong together and now they are - for them to be happy makes my heart release the sadness i always felt that they where parted. In italian the best way to say it - my nonno and nonna are like wine and spaghetti - you can't have one without the other
for two souls that will forever be entwined with mine!
I just started to relax in melbourne, my fifth city in almost as many months. Its been a whirlwind this year, and yesterday blew the biggest twister of them all. My nonno passed away yesterday, my nonno, gone......gone to my nonna after years of him missing her. I have been preparing myself for over a year, ever since last september, but bam it still smacked me for a six. I spent some really good solid time with that man, and learnt to love him as a grandfather, as an italian, as a husband, a father, and as a human throughout that time, I saw so many different depths with him. our grandfather/granddaughter bond was one of the greatest relationships I have had in my life - the bond of blood through our skin, such an amazing thing to have experienced. I miss him, i have missed him for years while i have been travelling, but no regrets - we had our time and i learnt so much about family, culture, love. He also helped me understand different lifetimes, our lives couldnt have been more extreme from eachothers yet somehow there was still something that bought us together, him a classic sicilian style grandfather with a stubborn mind except sometimes for us his grandchildren. Me a stubborn 20 something year old, travelling the world, asking questions and pushing boundaries. Yet on times we combined the two, with me bringing backpackers to visit him and he never ceased to amaze me for his warth and how quickly he was to host my friends from all continents in the world. Of course the young italian girl was his favourite - such is the man he was. Forever working the room - the camiolo godfather himself. I will dearly miss sitting down to eat lunch with him, then a coffee and a cigarette before retiring upstairs to watch italian tv that i dont understand until the two of us fall asleep. Those moments are what life is about, i thank him so much for having the love for me like he did - never to be forgotten in my heart and soul. to be missed but in a way i am so happy for him, in my eyes in my heart nonno and nonna belong together and now they are - for them to be happy makes my heart release the sadness i always felt that they where parted. In italian the best way to say it - my nonno and nonna are like wine and spaghetti - you can't have one without the other
for two souls that will forever be entwined with mine!