I do not know if this is the sub-forum proper, and I am hesitant about doing this, because -no offense intended- I am a very private person. I refuse mixing my real life with my online acivities and I intend to continue doing so...
But I am very hurting right now, and I... I needed venting.
Yesterday my father died at the age of seventy-three years, after a two-month-long struggle against pneumonia (and before that he had been fighting against Alzheimer during eight years).
I am Christian, so to me this is only a temporal separation, and he is now in a happier and calmer place, where he no longer is suffering or feeling pain or sadness, in company of his own parents and one of my uncles. My belief helps to lessen the pain and comforts me and brings me hope; but it still hurts nonetheless.
It hurts now remembering all our old arguments -and thinking of how petty and dumb they feel now-, our talks or the memories I shared with him... and pondering about all memories he did not share with me. They are gone with him, now.
According an old African proverb, "when an old man dies a library burns to the ground".
He was born in and grew up during the forties. Now another person truly knew what living through that decade was like has passed away; meanwhile, it continues increasing the number of people whose knowledge and opinion of that period -and of another periods of the past- are based on a brief paragraph on a history book, a badly written and full of mistakes online page, biases, prejudices and preconceived notions. Thus, we slowly and gradually forget the past, replacing it with a distorted and incomplete picture of the itself.
Sigh. I better stop now. I am sorry if I have somehow bothered or offended someone, but I needed getting a lot of thinkgs off my chest.
Bye for now, dad. I love you. R. I. P.
