Stay (The Grief part II)
Two weeks since my fathers funeral.
I still doesn´t understand that he is gone. I´m still waiting for him to call me, send me an sms or mailing me.
We have things to discuss. I need to talk to him, I have things to ask him and to tell.
It´s not strange that he dosen´t have contact me yet.
I´m use to wait for him, for his attention, since I have been doing it for most of my life.
Everyone has always wanted a piece of my dad:
His collegues, his work, his projects, his various women, his friends, my younger half brother, my fathers brothers, people who wanted his help; his attention and his time.
So I´m use to waiting. I can do that.
I´m a good girl.
I don´t complain. I just wait.