It's been a year and it seems incredible.I know I was your daughter who was always bothering you and even though I'm not here, I still do. In more than a year all my posts in the blog have been dedicated to you.
Well, now in particular there is a reason that amazes me: I can not believe that a year has passed since you passed away. You have no idea. You can not imagine how much I miss. You do not know everything that happened ... but, you know what? I'm do not care. What really matters to me is the fact that I do not have you here. It hurts. I do not assimilate it. Neither your grandchildren. Valpi still cries. Rodrigo speaks to you. I ... miss you and I can not believe the rest of my life will be without you.
Dad, it's been a year since that damn phone call that informed me that your life was off while you were sleeping- A year. And I do not get used to it.
Pff! Many people have told me not to cry, to let you go, to fly. Pamplines and shit like you know I think. The only thing that would comfort me is to see you.
It's been a year. A year of pain. A year of discomfort. A year of bad intentions. One year away from my roots. But the most important thing: a year without you. For the first time in my life I do not know how to finish a post in my blog ... is it because I do not want to say goodbye? Dad ... it's been a year, but I feel like it was the last time we talked yesterday and the last thing I said "I love you dad." I dod not regret about that, 'cause I do, I still do.
