“Come Home, You don’t have a father anymore…”

Someone said to me that these were the words that I heard when my father died

A photo of myself from that time.

First snow in my life. 3rd January 1997. I was six years old. First day of the second trimester of school. I don’t remember the school that day, I’ve never seen real snow, and I was delighted. It’s strange what a children’s mind can remember from a tragic…