Loccatta Restaurant (the end)

It was there, Loccatta Restaurant, Italy--a single word Restaurant for its meaning.

I was had Gastrovascular disease because my grandma had gone.

I cannot stop vomit up about loosing my grandma.

Mom cook everything, but didnt work , still vomit up.

Then mom cook spaghetti and fettuccini and others together with chef Ronald, father of my husband (RIP) to be this restaurant.

One day, after nobody and back to my husband, we back to Italy again.

And i was down about loosing my ex, my best friend, then my husband brought me to this place with new church friends about his friends.

One by one kiss and hughes me and giving present and saying congrat happy birthday. 

They rent one bus, only to congrat me : happy birthday.

We ate spagghetti, fettuccini, fucilli, pizza and special things made Italy---with many kind sauce dressing.

And preacher said, "Bless the one who come into Lord God. And bless is new friend now who always support your health and happiness. "

And i say, "Thank you and will celebrate another fellowship every first month like what my husband said. "

"No, it is too cost things, we bring ourselves."--they said.

And i said : "No! It is not too cost things because I cook ."

But, sorry, it never happen.

They died , after celebrate my birthday on crashed their rented bus and train.

Sorry. I am guilty.

The End.