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there are so many great things about living in a place far from where you’re from. you constantly learn, open up and grow. but there are also great difficulties, the biggest of which is the distance from your family and dearest friends. i’ve missed out on loads of those important moments in the lives of those dearest to me: weddings, divorces, births, deaths, and all the rest. but these days have probably been the most difficult that i’ve had in the past 9 years that i’ve spent here in italy. this is because my beloved 93-year-old grandmother passed away and, to avoid risking problems with my pregnancy, i couldn’t jump on the first plane to the united states to say goodbye to her in her last moments or to attend her funeral.
my grandmother was like a second mother to me. i have so many memories of her that make me smile, laugh uncontrollably or just feel happy inside. but the best things can’t be told like a simple anecdote. what words could possibly describe the love and closeness that she always gave me and that i always felt towards her? it’s a terrible feeling knowing that she isn’t here anymore (and, not being religious, i can’t comfort myself with the idea that i will see her again one of these days). i miss my family so much and want so much to be with them during this difficult moment and i feel absolutely impotent, not being able to do anything from where i am. distances can sometimes be really, really hard. but luckily love doesn’t suffer from distance or time and i know that i’ll always love my grandmother and i’ll always feel fortunate to have had her in my life.