We were both 20 years old

We were both 20 years old. We were on vacation in Riva del Garda. We met at a dance on the beach.

I had arrived that afternoon. For him it was his last night in Riva because the next day he was going to Sweden with his friends.

His friends left. He stayed for me and at the end of the holidays he accompanied me to Carpi, my city, to meet my parents.

Then he took me to Milan to meet his family.

We were very much in love.

After military service we got married and I left my city to live in Milan.

We had a beautiful baby girl and a happy marriage, lots of friends and a quiet life, until during a short holiday in Prague with our best friends, a truck crashed into our car and everyone died except me.

She was seriously injured, but alive.

I recovered, but my life was never the same.

Time passes and softens the pain, and then my daughter got married and gave me four beautiful grandchildren, and my heart is all for them.

I’m calm today. But I’ll always miss him.