On Christmas, we talked about spending the holidays next year in Italy - in honor of my grandfather's 100th birthday. But this morning Nonno died, two days before he turned 99.
Ben always talks about how lucky my grandfather was to have enjoyed many meals with four generations of his family at the table with him. I can't - don't want to - yet imagine our next meal in Urbino with his spot at the head of the table empty, but I know Ben is right. Nonno Riccardo was a lucky man.
