Sitting in the living room, looking at my wedding photo, I felt tears prick at my eyes.
‘Come on, Granny,’ my grandson Elo, 36, said, sitting beside me.
‘Let’s go and get some fresh air.’ I shook my head sadly.
Since my husband Aldo had passed away, in December 2017, I felt lost.
We’d been married for 64 years, and he was my world.
I’d spent the past decade caring for him, and now he was gone, I felt useless.
Elo, my only grandchild, didn’t give up on me though.
‘Let’s go to the new pizza place, Granny,’ he said.
‘Come to the second-hand shop with me, it’s no fun alone,’ he persisted.
But I felt too depressed.
I wasn’t eating, and I just wanted to sleep all day long.…
