In Loving Memory

My father was a strong and kind man. 

He taught to me the beauty of life and nature, to be an help to the people who needed it.
After my big brother's death it was hard to move on, but he gave strength at me and my mum.

This drawing represent me and my dad at the sea.
We always swam hand in hand so if he saw some fishes, he could squeeze my hand, pointing them for make me see.
(Same thing for me, yes.)

Our silent method of communication, our moments togheter...


I miss him so much, it's really hard thinking of him without crying.
_{like... I'm crying right now <_< oh please stop it woman, be strong damnit.}


I must be strong, not only for myself, but for those around me.
But 6 years have already passed... and I still not strong enough...



© By me (L.L.V.Moon)