It was the afternoon of Monday, February 2nd when I picked up the phone to call my Zia Ida (Zia is aunt in Italian) and when she picked up the phone I knew right off the bat I knew something just wasn't right. My Zia just didn't sound like her happy, cheerful self that day and she told me she wasn't feeling well and was weak. She had a cold on top of her asthma and so no one thought much of it. ... Read the Post