In the early 80s, I lost my Grandmother. She was the rock of our Italian family coming over from Italy with my mother in 1930. I have lost people I knew, but no one that was very close. Someone you saw bascially every day and loved you so much. This was hard. Then in 1985, I lost my father. He had been very sick and I helped Mom take care of him. Even though that we knew some day his time would come, this was harder. Then in 1996, my Mother, my best friend, died in my arms and I thought that… Continue