And I know that I'm gonna be sad and devastated for a long-long time. But now a feel tne need to came back to my normal life. I think that by cruing my eyes out and torturing my soul by thinking of all thing he will never do or see I'm also torturing his soul.
Dad, I hope, that your spitit is now at peace and it became lighter than a feather. I hope to meet you one day on the other side. Rest in peace.
We will always remember you.
He never liked posing for pictures, so I don't have lots of them/ But he always liked telling funny stories about his time in millitary, when he served in Greater Middle East, in Turkmenistan. So there're a few pictures of my very young dad ( I especially like the one with the camel - he'd send the identical one to his mother, my Granny with the inscription: "Wait for me - I'm on my way)). Later he came back home, graduated from medical university, worked at the hospital, saved many lives and met my mom.