A hero is dead

I never thought that I would write something like this as the first blog entry in a new blog but my father passed away, in the night from Monday to Tuesday the sad thing is that I still wrote with him at 10 pm and he was still online a little later, so is 22:07, the last thing I read about him and at 22.11 he looked at WahtsApp for the last time.

Even when I sit here now and write roll tears through my face, which it is so unimaginable that he is no longer there, he was always my hero and heroes don't die just like that when they fall asleep on the sofa. No They live forever and do their good work.

When I heard nothing about my father for 2 days and could not reach him on Wednesday, the phone had noticed, because the router had crashed, I was more and more worried, I called first at the hospitals in the area and then the emergency call center, whether there was a deployment to the address where my father lives. When it came out that this was not so, I matured with the police and told them my problem. From there, they wanted to send a patrol car to check.

When it rang here an hour later, at my apartment, I knew what was going on before the policeman was up here, who it never rang at me no never …. It was, like on TV, just that it wasn't a police officer, but a normal police officer, really a shit job to tell you something like that.

So I learned that my father had fallen asleep on the sofa, peacefully, as he said … If that's true, I don't know that my father had many health problems in the last week, among others weak and short of breath always against time and the panic that you then get, I know them myself. All I know is that my dad wanted to sleep, so he'd be better off.

Let's hope he's better now.

But this death will change a lot in my life, I haven't had contact with my heaviest for a long time, yes, it's here now. There are probably little bad things that can do so, which there have been many injuries on both sides the topic is first of all bad from table, that it takes such a thing to talk against each other.

Worse is only that my swords and our father, no longer had the opportunity to speak out, even if they intended, this does not happen anymore. My sister wanted to do it on his birthday, which would have been on 30.4 and thus a little too late.

Also I talked to my mother with her I had even less to do in the past 2 years as with my sister, whom she has commented here and there, but my mother did nothing. So I talked to my mother and told her how and where happened.

Now it remains for us who remain to make the best of it and to reunite as a family. There were many happy years and nice time even after the divorce our parents were the family always together and I hope that she is this also against after this loss.

What am I learning from this incident? Something very important is talking, talking, talking, you never know when it's too late to talk.

Thank you Dad for always being there for me and a great help in life.

Your Sascha

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