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My paternal grandmother died yesterday. We've been calling her nanna Cettina for as long as I can remember. She was 92 and the most vigorous person I've ever known. She was conscious to the last and I'm glad that I got to see her only days before she passed away.

There are two lovely childhood memories I forgot to mention in my previous post:

nanna Cettina making home-made ravioli filled with ricotta, just for me;

the way she always said she liked having me at her home when I was a little girl, because I didn't make a fuss and was always quiet and good company.

You were good company for me, too.

I love you nanna.