Apparently today is 20 years since he left… I say apparently because from some years up to this point, his departure has become a little ummm blurry to me. I am not sure anymore if it was June or July… the 22nd or the 18th. 17 years, 19 years…? no, 20! 20? I just can’t remember. Not that it matters but I just can’t. Or maybe it matters and the fact that I can’t remember it kind of infuriates me. I mean, that date should be more important, but it’s not anymore…

I know what you are thinking, this is going to be a long, sad, and cliche note about someone who has died and how painful it is but no, it’s not going to be that or at least I will do my best to avoid it (spoiler alert, yeah, some cliches might show up after all).

This is just a rough reminder of how great he was even if he made mistakes, and how strong he was even if he couldn’t help trying to sneak out and eat some ice cream against the dr’s recommendations; how funny he was, even if his jokes were Silly and innocent at times (and yes, that humor runs in the family ). How passionate he was… I remember seeing him shedding some tears while listening to the music he loved. How devoted and loving he was, always telling us to ask mum first, before taking an important decision. How full of energy he was, even if he had the ability of closing his eyes and falling asleep almost automatically. How wise and intelligent he was even if he didn’t have the same opportunities in life than other people had. How deep and happy he was, even if we used to argue a lot about silly stuff. How honest he was even if he had told little white lies here and there. And how much integrity he had; he always taught us to be truthful to ourselves and to follow our own path. He was an awesome dad, even if we weren’t a perfect family…

I would have liked to get to know him a bit more to be honest… but I am happy I had him in my life for that long and even though I don’t remember the exact day he left, I will never forget him nor the length of his stay…