Papá

I can't believe it's been a year already. Grieving is a strange process. The counselor I've seen a couple of times keeps repeating I have to allow myself to grieve, but I am not quite sure what makes her think I am not grieving. Maybe because so much has happened in the past year, maybe because I don't cry all the time, or maybe I am simply coping well. Things don't necessarily have to be heavy. I rely on my selective memory and think only about the happy moments. I wish I was in Espinho today and not alone here so far. It's been a year since anyone has asked me if I have alreay eaten and if it is cold. In my own way, I miss my father.

Last picture we took together. It was a happy day :)