i remember my first memory of who i am as me.nothing to important just something as normal as you are not meant to die here.you will be somewere else.life somewere else.and i remenber thinking as well,not before father dies...

even then i knew,the day would came that my feet would take me very fare away from home,but as i never thougth of the place i was borne as home ,i guess it was ok...

does it say a lot of who i am as a person?no.it says only i will always go were i am need it.as quickly as possible... as soon as my feet can carry me,and i always take the most important person with me,my father,my sons.

i walk in the world,not alone,not lonely,but  with the ones i love...

it is always the best company,the amount of times i talk to my father before making my mind...all the time,he is the my counselor,my guide,my favorite friend,he is also dead,but only in body,for he lifes in me,in my sons...

i could tell you so much about him as a man,as a husband,as a father,i will say only this :i love my father...

i will always love my father...i acept he had flaws and qualities and i am proud of being is daugther...

sometimes i long to be with him so much...in the nigth,when hope is at its lowest...i long to see him...and that is when we talk more...

so,today is a good day,i miss you less.x

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