I am a not-so-very-young man anymore, but still, I think about my Mom and Dad every day. I talk with them and often am truly convinced that they answer my questions. The bond with my dad was very special.

My dad was a strong and vivid man, emotional like me (we used to weep together in front of the television, watching terrible soaps, trying to hide our tears and making cruel jokes about the victims ). My father had alternate happy and sad moods every other hour, … like me.

My father loved to be the centre of the Universe … I don’t.
He loved to please and ease people (that’s me) and he loved to write and tell weird stories, that’s my passion too.

My father was a beloved man, he used to help everyone, even the ones not needing any help at all … (therefore) he died poor in a materialistic way but extremely rich in a spiritual way. When we stood as his grave, family and friends, we all were so sincerely grieved, so sad … I remember that my deceased father whispered some jokes in my ear just before I couldn’t hold me tears.

Let me end with two pictures my father would have appreciated … (I hope you have Internet in Heaven, Dad!)

… and an oldie (my father loved dancing, parties, theatre, very loud, happy music and singing, he was a driven but terrible guitar player )

“Ohh … No …. My God! This is cruel !!” ….Big Laugh …. “Again, Yo, one more time …, come on …”, (wiping the tears from his eyes).

I Love you Dad, always have and always will. I envy the souls surrounding you right now … stay with me … forever !

Yo