Last day of silence, I did not want to tell me ... and yesterday was my father two months you are no longer here '... I still find it hard to say never mind to accept it ...
The moment that I miss you more 'is the evening for dinner, normally you do not clear the table before 20:30 hours sometimes before 20:00 we have already put in place the kitchen, and there is no more 'the struggle of the commander who takes it first, there is no question that the film program, sky, etc..
At night I stay in the kitchen with mom and Michael, the sofa is all ours ... and if I ride in your place, your marble bench that I still wonder how I managed to stay there, so cold and uncomfortable , I see empty ...
We miss you at work, every time I see your truck, now led by Andrew, the thoughts turn to you when plunged into the office at 19.25 and wanted to charge for the next day, so you said were leaving early in the morning and we snorted because we wanted to go home ...
I miss the morning when entering the kitchen, I found myself muttering with his mother because she had boiled the milk and you like me, you hate to drink the milk too hot ... you looking at me when I took the sieve because of me the cream does not like milk ...
I miss in the daily, I miss your home repairs that sometimes they became real torture, like the time when it does not turn on 'the light in the room, and a few days after your death you wanted to climb up the ladder despite the wounds still hurt you did, I miss the feeling when you walked crawling bases, even in winter because you were carrying the hoes open, with the broken wood On one side ... and all of us who make fun of you and proud that you went around ...
hear you grumble because I miss my mother put a little sugar on the sweet, I miss your homemade bread, when you invent the recipes, the bread more 'good in the world ... I miss you sometimes I miss bickering with you, the pissed off because you were hard and I had to be even more '.. I miss your eyes like a frightened child lost, I miss your face marked by wrinkles, I miss your hands, almost as large as my two put together ... I miss your scent, and now I wear your sweater ...
I love you, Pa ', I told you a few times, but I have always been proud of what 'you've been, what you taught me ... protect your women, your nephew ... wherever you are, now you can rest ...
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