This is the portrait of my dad. He died a week ago from cancer at the age of 58, later after his birthday. We new this was coming, but oh god...it hurts so much...to see the last breath of someone you love and raised you from nothing. Its true, he was not the perfect dad, but was always kind before the cancer taked him. The tears don't stop every day since last 2014 December when the doctor told me it was a tumor. We had hope. Hope that it was early to operate him...but it wasn't. Day 13 of January my dad came to told me that it didn't have a solution. The worst words a daughter, son, sister, brother, wife, husband, dad and mom... a family can hear. Tears from my eyes and nothing more. Since the problems begun, my humor was depressive and angry, not only because this, we have more problems, problems you don't need to know, but I can told you I have them every day. I've become a sad person this years, but I try my best to be cheerful and kind. I was a positive girl but now I'm not. My friends tell me every day that I'm brave, I'm strong, they admire me. Why? Because I'm sad? Because I don't have the choice to be happy even If I try? I just live with this fucking life. I know, there's people with bigger problems than me... but...¿why I can't be happy for once at least?
Sorry if you don't care...but I wanted to told you some of my feelings.
Rest in peace daddy, I will always remember how you fought to be alive. I love you. Thank you for supporting me with my drawings from the beginning, I don't know how to thank you enough for all. Thank you.