Only as the early morning day crept up, Guiseppe yawned as Morgana rubbed his shoulder. Romeo was soon rushing down the stairs seeing his grandfather and said, “Poppa? Are you okay?” Running to him and gently cradling his face the old man smiled softly, “Hi son, sorry, I’m just really tired. I don’t move how I use to.”
Soon in a bed and eating some soup, he was comfortable when Romeo asked lovingly, “Are you okay Pops? Did someone hurt you?” Ready to murder them if they had, Guiseppe admitted, “No son, no one hurt me but...I don’t want to go to Bellview.” Knowing the name instantly, Romeo’s stomach turned as his grandfather rasped, “Maybe it’s selfish, to rather die with family than medically trained professionals. But it meant the world to your nonna when she got to pass at home with he
