Dear Mom,
In my mind I have started this letter a million times. How many ways can I tell you
I love you?
My legs do not walk, my hands do not touch. My eyes do not see. Because without
you I am incomplete.
How does a daughter,a best friend say goodbye to her heart? How can you go through
a day with out the light that guides you? To the woman who's life was lived for her
her children, her grandchildren?
My mother, my angel Angiolina was the most precious part of my life. I will no
longer hear her voice. See her smile, hear her laugh. These things will only happen in
my dreams. But with her in my dreams my life will be forever sweet.
You only had to meet my mother once and you would become enchanted with her
presence. She was kind, sweet, honest and beautiful. She was funny and she was
fun. She loved her family and she adored her friends. Thank you to all of you who
were with her in her final hours. I was told that only saints die surrounded by people
who loved them.
My aunt Zia Iole told me that in Pacentro they believe that when your mother dies,
you then become a complete mother yourself.
Mom, my darling I will never forget you, not even for a second, not even for a
moment.
You were the best part of my life. You are in heaven now, no longer in pain no
longer suffering, holding nonna's hand.
Momina, I LOVE YOU!
Goodbye my angel.
