Life Goes On

Harvesting olives at the Sermarini family grove

Marco and Federica Sermarini

It is not easy for me to write about my friend Marco Sermarini, especially not these days, without getting tears in my eyes. He is my hero. He really is! I don’t know anybody who is so faithful, so joyful, so tireless, and so full of life. Kazantzakis had his Zorba the Greek; Dreher has his Marco the Italian. When I first met…