LOSS TRANSLATED
December 26th, 1996
Dear Diary,
I can’t believe Christmas was the last time I’ll ever see my Bella Baba. She was such a strong woman. She brought our family to this country and I will always have the most wonderful memories from playing at her house. My cousins and I always had the best time. Picnics in the yard. Grapes on the vine. Berries from the garden. Jumping the creek. Running through the corn and swinging from the willow tree. I’m sure they will sell it as soon as we empty it out. How quickly life just stops. I think I will weep in my pillow a little before bed.
