Mafia's Daughter

Edvige

it was later at night at this point, and i was driving... just driving, going no where other then away from where i had been. 

--Flash back--

we were all at the local brewery just laughing and having a drink. Grandfather had been pretty quiet the entire night till he pulled me aside.

"i want you to take good care of that child now Edvige shes very special."

"i will Grandfather." 

"good, now i want you to know this, i love you, your a great grandson and will be an even better leader to these men once im gone. and i want you to know, that this," he pulled out a key.

"is exactly what you'll need for the plans we have." he finished. i looked at him confused, as his eyes glazed over and he fell to the floor... limp... 

"CALL 911!" i exclaimed as i got on the floor and began doing chest compression, the guys all gathered around and i felt tears threaten my eyes, but now's not the time to cry. Frank i think called the police, at some point the paramedics came, it happened in two seconds but at the same time hours. they took him to the hospital, we followed, and... he was gone. sudden and unexpected, but he knew it was happening, why else would he tell me all that? 

--Flashback over-- 

i got home to Taylor with a boy in the movie room, i decided to let her have fun tonight and tell her in the morning, cause i just can't do it right now. 

as i walked down the hall i came upon Grandfathers wing, he had the only key, which i now have. with my hands shaking i unlocked the door and walked into the brightly lit hallway. all the walls were adorned with pictures of family and friends from all over. my childhood pal David, his late best friend Mario and of course his wife Angelica. Grandmother is probably happy hes with her now. and if i think of it like that, then it's not so bad.

he wanted me to see this because he wanted my to know that my family is here for this buisness, that we can support one another, and in that aspect... its bellissimo

(dont gotta read, but would be nice)

the last thing my mother ever sent was to my aunt and was a text that said Bellissimo, which means beautiful in Italian, i like to think that that was her saying its beautiful where shes at. her Parkinson is gone shes with my grandmother, and shes watching over us now. but god damn do i want her back, i semi based the Grandfather off her, as a guider and a glue to the family cause thats what she was. and the chest compression is what my sister and aunt did before the first respondents arrived. and i know i said i wasn't gonna be  posting for a while, i honestly don't know right now. life is up in the air at this point in time, but i think i'll be back. thank you all for your responses and i hope i'll be back soon, but my mind is a shit show right now and idk what i'm gonna do about that. anyways, hope you guys had a happy memorial day.