I Love My Dad

Last Tuesday, I lost a part of my heart. My dad, suddenly, passed away.

I was having a bad relation with him for a long time. Many were the things I wasn't agree with. I blamed him for my psychological issues.
Thanks him, I could see that he only tried to do the best and give the best he knew in each moment. He also showed me that he was there each time I needed him.
I still remember how he hold me in his hands and took me to the living room when I took pills and was in my bed for three days without wanting to eat.

I'm so grateful for the last years that I could share with him when I finally see his real scent. When I could accept some characteristics of his personality that used to make me mad and then, I could laugh at them with him.
I never knew such a pure heart like the one he had.

How welcome are these remarks from you when I thought you were interfering in my business, what else you could did if you are my father; how welcome are these discussions because we had different point of view in many things, how welcome are your advises, your stories, the brightness in your eyes when we talk about the universe or the animals. How welcome all this precious time that I would wish last forever.

I love you papi.