It is hard without you. I miss you so much, that it hurts. I try not to cry, but I can’t. It is like something inside me has disappeared. I visit your grave every day, and every time I walk past the cemetery, I can’t stop crying. I look up at the stars and think, that you might be up there somewhere. I know that you are alright and that you are waiting for me.
Couse, dear Father! It isn’t the same without you. You were my hero, until the end. You were my protector, until the end. And no matter what, you’re my father, until the end. You are not any kind of father, you are mine. You are the one who were fighting for his position until the end, and the one who never gave up.
Every second I am thinking about you and I still have the picture in my head, of you lying under the dark shadow of the tree. As soon as I saw you, my heart stopped beating the melody of life. I took your hand up to my breast, to give you my heartbeat. I don’t know what I was thinking.. I would just do anything to get you alive. I screamed so loud that the leaves fell from the trees. I don’t understand how we just could stand there with red eyes, and watch you die. Maybe because it has come so far, that we only think of ourselves. I don’t know is what happening with us.
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