My grandfather, my Nonno, suffered a massive stroke today. He is completely paralyzed on his right side, and cannot speak. My beautiful, strong Nonno can only look up and make a half smile from his hospital bed, grasping our hands in his left one, still stronger than any of us. Half his face is sunken and expressionless, while the other half tells the entire story. I am sleeping at my Nonna's tonight, so that she isn't alone, but she is truly the bravest of us all.
It's as though part of me knew that this would happen; I spent all of yesterday and Friday wondering what I would do if he were gone.
Tonight, I truly feel the ache of my loneliness. There is no shoulder for me to cry on.
Dear Lord, why do you cause us so much pain? Life, why do you kick those that are down?
As my Nonna keeps saying, "La strata è lunga." There is a long road ahead.