I remember seeing the tears on my grandmother's face when she looked into my eyes for the last time. I still wonder if she was emotional because I was leaving Italy, or maybe she knew by looking at me that it was our last moment together. It's 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. Learning of my grandmother's death was the saddest moment of my life. . I didn't understand. I didn't expect this to happen, not to me. I wondered why God had removed an important person from my life, and for that I felt confused and miserable. I cried for hours that day. Nothing could have brought me joy that day except the presence of my grandmother, but she was gone and I had a hard time coping. I arrived in Italy two days after learning of the death. Getting out of the plane was one of the most breathtaking moments of my life as I felt his presence as a muddy draft also hit me. ...