AIN'T NO SUNSHINE WHEN HE'S GONE
It was February 5th 2014, misty and foggy like most days in February. A day like every other. I woke up early in the morning, took my little girl to school, got back home and phoned to chat with my mum, as I would do every day. Just as soon as we finished our conversation, a phone rang and I KNEW something was wrong. My mum's voice was lost and I knew my beloved father had passed away. He went of to work and never came back. He died of a sudden Cardiac Arrest and was found dead in his car. My whole world broke into pieces since then as he was my stone, me mentor, my sunshine... Even if I have my own family, my dear daddy was part of my everyday life; we talked everyday and he was my source of unconditional love. Sometimes the grief is overwhelming that it sees I'm going to die, too. I also feel sorry for my mum who is so lonely now and it's very difficult for me to comfort her and have the same burden of grief at the same time. And, of course, all our ''friends'' vanished since my father's death and NOBODY understands what we're going through.Sometimes I think I'm in a vicious circle, because there's no one I can talk to. I think I'm going crazy.