the story begins in 1989...

i was young and in love with life, with love, with a Sicilian i met while working in England , i was only 20 years old and believed i had a right to love - to be loved- i was ignorant of lifes many troubles, i did not believe dishonesty was possible, i was innocent...
I married my love in the same church where i'd been christened, made my first holy comunion and been confirmed. I wore the long white dress as a symbol of my purity and innocence .
I was married and happy, we worked together , shared our lives and were happy for almost a year... On the 6th of July 1990 my sister knocked my door and knocked the life out of me by telling me the night before my brother John died- ha had commited suicide at 31 years old- Life would never be the same again, how could it be without him? I could not face my family's suffering day after day , i wanted to escape the pain, but no matter how far you run your pain will follow you always, this i have learned in life if nothing else. I decided while still in the depths of grief to leave my home , my family and come to Sicily with my husband who loved me to his home and his family... at the time i thought it was best.......
20 years later i have the proof of how wrong i was... La MIA Sicilia will unfold on this blog, i will tell all , share my inside view of a land 30 years behind most of Europe and civilisation.........