Hello everyone. I’ve been away for quite a period... What was supposed to be a short relaxing vacation turned into something I could never have imagined. I had to stop everything when I found out my father had suffered a stroke and was in the hospital. His condition kept getting worse and worse and in the end he passed away because his heart didn't handle it anymore. He was only 70 and in full power when everything went sideways. I had to stay close to my mother and brother, and help them through everything that came after: the endless details no one is ever prepared for, the grief, the paperwork... My dad lived a good life, free, simple, without limits, pills or diets. He was always laughing at people taking pills for blood tension, etc.. I try to comfort myself by thinking that maybe it’s better this way, that he didn’t end up trapped in a body that no longer worked, kept alive by machines, unable to truly live. He was such an active and free man and I know he wouldn’t have wanted that kind of ending. Still, it is hard. Losing a parent makes you feel lonelier than I expected. What I want to tell you all is that this experience truly reminded me how fragile life can be and how important it is to take care of your health, to see a doctor when something feels wrong and not to refuse help out of pride or fear. Sometimes that choice can truly change everything. I’m slowly finding my way back. slowly because a part of me is still shocked. I feel like I did not had the chance to grief... I will handle it somehow. Anyway. Life goes on and I’m trying to move forward with gratitude for the time we had together, for the lessons he left behind and for the simple beauty of being alive.