Well, after a last year the of personal setbacks, health issues and other crap my father passed away a month ago almost already. I guess that I´m writting this because I need to. It was a rough year for my father, his health was weak and need me watching over him all the time. I have no brothers and mother so I hired a lady to help me to watch him. Thinking about all this, the way of his death, in bed conected to machines to help him to breathe...I wonder the point of all this, the life, this fucking universe. He wasn´t the best of the all fathers but see him passed away in such manner broke my heart. The last time that I saw awake