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 was with fear in his blind eyes. I wonder what he did to deserve that....I know that there are too much injustice in this world but my mother died from cancer too, suffering, in pain and she was the nicest person....what´s the fucking point!? I don´t get it! Sometime seems that the terrible evil people out there owns this world and have better lives than honest people.
So, I´m still getting used to this new reality in where the house is bigger, more silent and cold. The work help, the editor from my current book was very nice and don´t pull me out of the a book with thigth deadlines. My friends, colleagues and my small family were there to my side.
I think that in these last 4 years, in which I returned to my familiar house, really were the years where I got to know the most to my faher. Maybe we really needed to live through this....karma, fate or whatever.
Still saying Goodbye.