Once I was a daughter to my father

It's been One Year and 10 months I suddenly lost my beloved father, One year and 10 months of Grief, one year and 10 months of putting myself together, one day after the other. It was traumatic, I've never cried as much, never hurt that much, it's been a long process. He was the joy in our lives, the anchor. I've learned a lot about myself and people in general after this. It was in the middle of a real storm, one I'd never expected, most powerful than I could've ever imagined, that I learned how strong and fragile I could be. One doesn't learn that until Darkness comes with no short notice.

I also learned who my real friends are, not that many, but priceless. Some stayed by my side, others revealed they weren't such good friends...
One doesn't remain the same after such loss. Life is, indeed, short... and it can end from one minute to the other. I'm learning to say "I love you" more often, to give my love more often to the ones who matter.

In the last year my ambitions have also changed, I want to be happy doing what I do, I want to be the best person I can be, honor the man my father was and everything he taught me.
I learned so much from him, he was a Genuine, Good, Unselfish, Loving Person. A Real Father, Husband, Son, Brother, Friend. A Great Man, with an amazing character , a man of his word. He was so Unique, died young... full of plans, full of life. The world is a sadder place without him.

I'll miss him til the end of my life.