We were very, very close, and we had so much in common. He was a very strong person, in the first place. He never did. Yes, I must say, that he gave me the spirit of fighting, to be strong. He gave me the power of the spirit, and he taught me that with a good laugh you can go on, even if that laughter comes together with the tears.
Life goes on.
On that night that he died, I was there, with my mom, it was a very cold February night. I didn't wait, I took my son, and I went to my parents place, at our old and beloved house. When I saw him, the look on his eye, I knew, I had that feeling that he will die that night. Something inside me was there to tell me that, in that night I would be the witness of life and death. I've had so many tears inside me.