Long Anchovies Stay Good

22-23

February

I turned 22. And then came the little Joy.

March

I tried to understand what it means to have a father and a brother. I assure you that in 22 years is not at all easy to get used.

April

My husband, on whom I counted most in the world, he left for good.

May

I know I emptied the house in Paris but I do not recall. I took everything and went to take refuge in Agrigento, for the moment that I feel truly be my home.

June

I tried to fix things, to find a way out.

July

The twins were two years old. We went on the beach at sunset, with the balloons and our thoughts to send to Dad, in heaven above.

August-September

We moved to America, leaving everything and everyone.

October

I found a job here. My mom and I started seriously thinking of not making it.

November

I found Him not know, maybe I saw it as a lifeline, perhaps it was fate, but things went a bit 'better. If only I had someone to call in the darkest moments, and there was to think of the children or dinner or just to chat.

December

The first Christmas without Samuel. It 'was the most tiring day ever.

January

I understand that I must live. It 's the hardest thing in the world, but I have to live. For me, for the children but even for him. Why is what he would.

February
I heard for the first time an "I love you" to my father waited for 22 .

Today turns 23 years. Here, I'd rather not say anything.




ps: if it does not snow (very remote possibility) will leave tonight with my brother for Laa Vegas! :)