Learning to Love

Death. It's inevitable. You can't run or hide from it, or even try to cheat it, because the truth is: it always finds you. The greatest people die first, the lowliest die last. It's simple unfairness. My mother and stepfather were the greatest people I've met, and yet they pasted before my great grandparents. My mom, not even forty yet, and dead. It's the shocking truth of our world.
Standing here, with my twelve year old brother and four year old sister, the realization hits: I won't ever hear my mom's laugh, or my stepdad's terrible jokes again. It was heartbreaking.
Even though he was my third stepfather, I loved Walter Calderone. He was like a father to me after my second step dad left us, helping us get on out feet, gave my mom a job, and then fell in love with her. We went from living in a four bedroom house, to a 20 bedroom mansion. It was an extreme change that my mother wanted; She always wanted the best for us. Not long after meeting, they were married, and I was introduced the family business.

Well more feel into the family business.