He had come to let me know that he and Nonna picked up dinner on the way home. He looks around at the painting that I did while I clean up. Finally, he says "You're still just as, if not more, talented as you were as a kid. I miss watching you paint. It was one of my favorite things to do when you were growing up. You always were really good and now you're selling your pictures. I am so proud of you, sweet girl."
"Thanks, Nonno. You know I didn't paint for over a year after I thought that we had lost you in that car accident. I wouldn't even come out here because it made me miss you way too much. After that first year, I got back into painting because I knew that you wouldn't want me to give it up. It was what helped me get through everything when I first moved in here. Painting with you
