Only good dies young
My dear father died on Tuesday on 18th September 2012. We did not expect it and it is a punch right into my abs. All my family consists from my mother and sister. I have only one alcoholist uncle and taunt. Nothing more.. My daddy was 59 and was diagnosed artoe-sclerosis, scurfiness of blodd-vessels. Yes, he smoked a lot and had very hasty life. Lot of work and not much left for rest. I am very sorry for some quarrels we used to have but generally we were friends and loved each other. He was very very hand-minded and thought technically. Me ? 31 years , I am artistic oriented and now I have to learn everything about concrete, wood, electricity etc... 3 houses and 3 cars, this is my deal. He left it for us. I will care for my mother and sister. Thanks to God I have a great girlfriend.
I am really sorry for some quarrels we used to have but I know he loved me and I loved him with all his faults.. He taught me lot and now I have to walk proudly without him and give the sense of my life to my children and work in memory of him.
The worst of this was first call I had from my mum, I could not believe it but I knew it is harsh reality. He was very fair and modest man and despite the fact he did not deserve it I know it is God plan and everything has a sense and God mathematics. I know that I will see my father in afterlife maybe for one second. One second is very short or very long time for souls...
2 days after funeral, the house is empty, no sound of my father like opening the door or whistle or turned-on radio. Nothing, only my quiet mother and stridulous sounds of her slippers, and weeping. Falling tears on the sad floor. I am older now, more conscious, more grown up. I don´t long for money and luxury. For me is now important to survive and to have nice relationships and life without remorses or debts. The death of my father is a shock and big hole in my emotions, plans and life road. But I thank for every moment with my father and for his gain into my life. I am 31, adult man so I can not rely on him now. I have to help myself alone. I am the boat with good direction thanks to my father. I am honest man thanks to him and I will keep this for my children too.
My most painful memory is when my dad came into my room. 1 week ago.. And he said "play some nice song" (I play the guitar).. I played for him one little allegreto piece and he liked it.. Now I can say, I played for him into the heaven, into the sky of innocence.