My father died two hours ago, following a massive heart collapse.
He was 76.
My brother and I are still shocked and we are probably not realizing fully what this might mean. It is safe to say that our lives will change radically in the next weeks.
My father was a good man, who did his best with what he had at hand.
He built a family and raised two good sons – and yet he was a very lonely person.
In the last years, depression and ill-health had taken their toll.
He had never been the same after the death of my mother and of my grandmother.
He was very tired, very afraid of the future.
He was my father, and I loved him dearly.