She finally flew away... Between anger and pain I've felt these days.
It doesn't seem true to me yet, and 90 years are still not a big mitigating factor to feel better.
I wrote him the last postcard this summer. Now there will be no "telephone to Aunt Piera" or I'll come and see her. That's how life... I loved him and I have magical memories of her and me when I went to the mountains in Sause and had a simple life without technology.
We played at the fountain, took our walk in the afternoon and made a nice climb.. to think about it now.. my aunt was really strong, a woman of the past with the art of sewing and passion for the mountains.
She was blunt, as she often said to me: she told you what she thought without so many turns of speech.
For those who saw her from outside she was an elderly woman but behind that face consumed by time, there was much more. It hurts. Yeah. because I miss him and I will miss him even more when I realize that his number rings or empty or that he no longer answers his voice.
