I opened the special gallery that had someone's life struggle in it. A figure that I miss every day until now. It's not about trauma but a memory that I don't want to have.
I originally took these pictures to show him when he came home, I liked to tease him because he didn't like hospitals. Instead of coming home to our house, he chose to go far away. Never come back, again...
My first love, the man who was the love of his first daughter lay weak for the first time. The man who never complained of any pain before. One day, the tough guy was wrapped in an oxygen hose in his nose, using an IV in his hand, and even eating had to be with the help of an ngt tube.
I wanted to show him that we were never far from him, we were always near by even if we couldn't see each other.
Until finally the doctor decided he had to enter the ICU, I hated days like that, I don't know why the day passed so quickly I lost him forever. Rest in peace, dad. I miss you so much
