Made me take stock of my own life and how I will go out.
Touched me you fighting to know and have the last book he read, knowing 100% there was one because you knew him; you remembering him sleeping with a book, his glasses on the bridge of his knows, you kissing him if I remember correctly.
Dear Diego: Your lovely description of your findings at your father’s appartment and later at the hospital are moving. In search of clues to learn about his last hours, the triggering of his writing. A sober recount worth reading. May he rest in peace.
This is touching, beautiful writing.
Rest in peace to your father.
Thank you for that.
Of course.
Was a poignant pleasure to read.
How a writer leaves this earth-- damn.
Made me take stock of my own life and how I will go out.
Touched me you fighting to know and have the last book he read, knowing 100% there was one because you knew him; you remembering him sleeping with a book, his glasses on the bridge of his knows, you kissing him if I remember correctly.
Whole piece was beautiful and good.
Dear Diego: Your lovely description of your findings at your father’s appartment and later at the hospital are moving. In search of clues to learn about his last hours, the triggering of his writing. A sober recount worth reading. May he rest in peace.
Muchas gracias señor Ortega, por la lectura y las palabras. Un abrazo.