Hey folks,

On Oct 7 at 6:30 am, while i was sleeping, I heard my mom's crying and I woke up so fast that I didn't realize what was gonna happened..I looked my mom's eyes and I already knew it..
My grandpa Angelo Romano is dead.
He was more than a simply grandfather..he was my father, my bestfriend, my lifeguide in everysituation and the most friendly, hopeful and funny person I've ever met..
He toured around Europe being a war prisoner in the 2nd world war..He lived in France, where he had a girlfriend, in England and in Germany.
He lost his wife 10 years ago and since then he always thought about her..He loved his family more than his life..
He was/is and will be my hero for my entire life..I'll always remember everysingle word he said to me when I was in trouble or just when I had nothing to say he was always there for me..
I can't really handle his death  right now but thinking and writing about him helps me somehow..I even thought, when I've seen him in his bed, that if I've got the chance I'll be happy to be with him somewhere again..

He was 88 and I'm so proud to meet someone like him and I hope to be just a little bit like him..

You in my heart forever..

Val
From L.A.