One month ago i clung onyou for your departure, just after your vacation in Sardinia, an intense month to finally find ourselves. We had fun, we laughed together, we ate together, we even cried together. We had so Much in common, we promised to each other that we would have done a lot of other things together. Dear Joshua (as grandma used to call you), I would never have imagined that our hug was the last one. Thank you for going through my bad English, thank you for never saying no to any request or any proposal I've made to you. Thank you for all my dear ❤ From now on, every time I will sing "I giardini di marzo", I'll be sure that you're with me.