January 22, 2010
When Sandrinaís husband Rocco died she was still young and unprepared for this tragedy. You could tell by the outfit she wore to his wake. It was a beautifully tailored black Italian crepe dress purchased and worn for happier occasions. Her nephew, who owned a successful restaurant, did the catering. The food was spectacular and it was only out of respect for my friendís mother that I didnít go back for seconds. But it was all meaningless to her as she sat in a corner protected by family. I watched as this glorious food turned to ash in her mouth.