Almost 8 months since my father has died after a long fight with cancer and without telling us the truth in order not disturb us. It seems very hard to me to forget him or to forget the emotional moments which accompanied his funeral.
AS I did not live with my family for many years, it was very hard to me to accept my father's death. I did not cry very much when he died, may be during the first minutes when he left us, or when I entered with my brothers to cast the final glance before he would be burried.
May God protect his soul!
