I knew them, just like a child knows his parents.
I knew them as Mom and Dad.

Mom had depressions and drank too much.
When I turned fifteen, she killed herself.
By then it was too late to get to know her as a counterpart.

My dad went to work and made a point of being very bright. He liked to tell stories in which he was the great guy.

I grew up and left home.
My father and I  argued a lot, finally I decide not to see him anymore.

After 13 years I got in touch with my father again. I didn´t want him go without saying good-bye.

Over the last few years my father slowly dwindled away.

Now it is too late to get to know him.

10.09.2024