I visited my sweet Nonna (Italian for 'grandmother') last week.
After she went to bed, I took this shot. This is the light that hangs in the hallway, leading to her bedroom. I call the picture "Nonna's Sleeping". She no longer acknowledges me, says my name, speaks to me. She isn't completely present, but when I said hello and took her hand in mine, the look in her eyes said, "Hi deary..."
She knew it was me, and I know we connected on the most significant level. Words aren't always necessary.
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3 comments:
That's a beautiful picture, Katie, and a lovely post - how you describe Nonna is really touching. Thanks for sharing.
:0) Thank you Liz
I'm not even going to say anything, I can't...I'm starting to cry...
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