A month ago my father died, he wanted to have written here many things, but not come out.
As part of my life, I'll write it here, so I can not forget.
My father was quite upset stomach, and very painful after thousands of tests, discovered by chance that he had a tumor in one lobe of the lung, so we removed it, the operation was cool and would be out in 4 days the hospital, went to ground.
know if it's not genetic or that, but we share the genotype family of my first name we like messing quite brown, so my father, true to this genotype family went to the bathroom to smoke. Gave respiratory failure, and straight to the ICU.
Dias
drowning in the end you had a tracheotomy to help him breathe, and there began to lose loads of muscle mass ... not that my father was hulk - that it was not, but began to lose weight exaggerated ...
My father did not improve and the doctors do not know what to do to recover. Finally I closed the tracheotomy, and as in the ICU did not improve he was sent to plant. He spent spent eating and fabric of rehabilitation, the snake biting its tail, if you eat forces have not and do not want to exercise, if you do not exercise you're not hungry and do not want to eat.
The last day I went to see my father was Thursday, I saw desorientadisimo did not know where he was or anything, I was very sad, because I knew it morle bad news to my brother. Miguel, you should come, Pa is dead.
$ 500 plane ticket, and my brother was coming. Next problem, my father's family.
My father was never religious, it is more, the priests were sweating, Masses, crosses, and all that crap. So my brothers, and especially I, I refused to them to do a religious ceremony at the funeral of my father, and adorn everything with crosses and gentlemen wrists nailed to two pieces of wood.
"That will be very cold" if "a tradition" dicks fuck tradition, you have to go away with that crap.
the end to not further discuss his mouth shut, and I agreed that if my father was not religious
