Last saturday, I got back from a weeklong travel to Belgium and Spain. The travel was nice, and coming back home was wonderful. I got off the plane and shouted "ITALY!" I was so happy to be back in a country that I love. It was wonderful to see more of Europe, but it also only confirms that I love Italy and really feel at home here.
The night I got back, I wound up going out to dinner alone. I was feeling kind of lonery for going out alone, but was glad to eat my favorite pasta at my favorite place. I wound up sitting next to two Australians, who I became fast friends with. We spent 3 hours chatting, and they let me try all their food (including cow stomach...better believe it!) and then bought me after-dinner wine. They gave me their email and told me if I ever found myself in Melbourne, Australia, to call them. It was wonderful and I walked home feeling like I was on cloud nine.
That was not, however, a good night for my family. Saturday night my Grammie Ellen woke up in the middle of the night throwing up so violently that she was admitted to the hospital. I called her the next day to see how she was doing. In her typical fashion, she didn't want to talk about how she was. What she really wanted was to talk about Italy, hear about my travels, and wish me blessings on the rest of my journey. I told her to rest and that I'd call her in the morning. However, soon after (I don't know if it was Sunday night or Monday night) she went into respiratory failure and had to be put on a ventilator.
A few days later, quietly, peacefully, and surrounded by loving family members, she passed away.
Now I am in Italy feeling overwhelmed by grief, and simultaneously overwhelmed by my inability to grieve so far from home and my family. I'm going to go home for the funeral, and am so grateful to be surrounded by love here in Italy. My host mother, roommate, and professors, and in fact everyone on the program, have been especially understanding. Everyone has encouraged me to go go GO and be with my family. Next weekend, I'll go to Rome with the group and fly out from there.
On a happier note, my cousin Laura delivered a wonderful, beautiful healthy baby boy this week. Little David was born just one day before my grandmother passed. This week has been all about teaching me the circle of life.
Thank you all for your support, please send prayers to my family
Amy