Today, August 25th would be my Granny Gina's birthday.
It's the first time I can't say to her: "happy birthday". She died last november.
I really miss her.
Nonna Gina was the most awesome person I've ever met: she never gave up, she never lamented. She was always finding something to laugh of, she always loved me no matter what, she always put others first than herself.
Nonna Gina lived her life in the countryside of Tuscany, here in Italy. She was a farmer, a paesant, a great worker.
She always told me about her favourite occupation: when she was young, the owner of the land ("il padrone") made her graze the mares.
She was born in the 1920s; she lived the Second World War on her skin.
I remember my dad, asking her: "who was more beautiful? The German boys or the American ones?"
and, with a dreamy expressions, she answered : " the Americans ... they were so tall and blonde, with dreamy light blue eyes ..." ;
and so my father laughed: "I think those were the Germans, you know?".
And Nonna Gina laughed hard as she always did.
so I just wanted to whish Nonna Gina a happy happy birthday, wherever she is. I don't know what there's for us, after death. But for sure, I know she is now young again, with her mares, feeling the warm wind of the Tuscany countryside.
And I hope she found her husband, my Grandad, and that they're making love forever, untill the infinite lasts.
tanti auguri, nonna Gina.
Would you like to join me, whishing her a happy birthday?