Nonna's funeral was held a week later back in Italy. We'd had her body flown home and we'd all followed her to Italy so we could pay our respects.
Dad and the guys had all seen to the funeral arrangements.
I'd been pretty useless since finding her, I seemed to just be going with the motions and focusing on caring for the girls and nothing else.
Maddox and the guys had been really worried over me, making me feel guilty because I didn't need them to.
I'd tried assuring them that I was okay, but I'm not sure I was too convincing because it didn't stop them from watching me just as closely.
The police had been called after I'd found Nonna and they'd had to do a post-mortem to find out the cause of death.
Turns out she'd had an aneurysm in her stomach and it had burst, killing her instantly.
The doctor had told me personally that even if I would have found her earlier it wouldn't have made any difference. It made me feel better at least a little bit, but I'm still really upset over her dying.
After losing my mom I had hoped I wouldn't have to deal with another family members death so soon, but it seemed God had other plans.
The day of the funeral dawned a beautiful autumn morning, we all arrived at the church wearing Purple - Nonna's favourite colour. The church was packed to brimming as the ceremony started and I felt proud that all these people were here to show her respect and to mourn such a beautiful lady's passing.
Once we reached the graveyard I clung onto dad and Maddox not sure I had the strength to get through something like this again. They supported me throughout and after we all went back to Nonna's villa for the wake.
I only stayed an hour and once I'd had a half hearted catch up with Nonna's side of the family I headed to our hotel with Maddox and Xeres.
Luke, Ryan and Rhianne were all there watching over the girls for me while I'd been at the funeral. After thanking them I snuggled up with my babies and fell asleep totally exhausted from not sleeping properly.
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The next day I'm woken up by my baby girls giggling and pulling my hair, pretending to still be asleep I peep at them and feel a rush of warmth run through me at seeing their happy faces.
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