Dear nonna,
Watch over me from up above. Im trying my best :)
I went to italy for you. I made pasta, like the way you use to teach me when i was little.
It makes me sad to think that you couldnt regconise me for the last couple of years, but i knew that deep down inside i wasnt forgotten. Its hard to go past your house, its hard to think that you wont walk through and i wont be able to bend down and kiss you on the cheek and say “cioa nonna!”
You truely were a iron women like the prist said. 95 years old, and if your kidney hadnt failed you would of lived to 100 no doubt. The only thing i regret is not getting to know you better, you couldnt speak english very well and i couldnt understand. So when i leave school im learning italian for you :)
Love steph xx