Ciao a tutti ebbene si sono tornata dopo tanto tempo,infatti è da maggio che non ho più messo nulla ma sono successe delle cose purtroppo spiacevoli,che ora vi racconto...
At the end of May I had to go to Cagliari because of my father who was sick in November, we learned that he was found with lung cancer, and to be with him so I went there and stayed for a month, from the outset that even at Christmas and if I left because I thought I was the last?, then I went home, but after two weeks are broken because my father, unfortunately, it went away forever, has left us so suddenly, it is true that knew, but did not think that within seven months if the disease would be taken away overnight.
My father was a man in one piece so strong, my brother says it was a stone, I think that nobody, let alone that no What would have defeated, but it really happened, when I was little I always said that he would have won even death.
A hard worker, an honest man, had flaws but he never failed to lend anything to the family considered him a man of steel, but with this unfortunate disease has lost its battle.
When I moved to Palermo, I began to conquer it bit by bit, he has never shown her affection, but we knew that we loved and we knew him loved him because his character was not for these things, tried to tell him that we wanted it well, at least with their eyes, I first, I have shown and told, in fact I called him Daddy, I spent the cream, the latter What if I have to be honest it was an excuse to take him stroking thing that I could not do before because as I said before, he had this character not to show her affection, I helped my mother to clean it up where I could, because I sent him away, he was very modest imagine that you have not done that we never see half-naked children, a brother when he walked bare-chested father rebuked them because they said it was not so nice to be seen by us sisters, then many other things from him coffee, I bought him a bell to call if she needed because the bedroom was far away from the kitchen, and I regret calling my mother cry when she needed something. When he slept
io andavo nella stanza a spiarlo vedere se respirava se si muoveva, poverino papà soffriva ma, soffriva in silenzio non ha fatto pesare niente a nessuno, e dunque rimanevo li a guardarlo per qualche minuto,anche durante la notte lo andavo a guardare.
Non avevo mai visto piangere mio padre,ma in questa occasione si,mi piangeva il cuore vederlo cosi,provavo tanta tenerezza nei suoi confronti perchè non potevo aiutarlo,ero inerme,mi sentivo una nullità.
Durante il giorno cercavo di non farlo pensare, e allora io accendevo il pc e ci sentivamo le canzoni di Claudio Villa,lui era gran fan, era troppo felice, lui sapeva che aveva questa malattia e che se ne sarebbe andato,infatti prima di ripartire mi aveva dato una medaglia d'oro che aveva vinto in una gara di corsa con la vespa nell'anno in cui io ero nata avevo sette mesi quando la vinse e questa medaglia mi diceva sempre che sarebbe stata mia,quando me la stava dando io gli ho detto :
Papà ad agosto quando io ritorno me la dai-----
e lui mi ha risposto:
no ti da pigasa immoi poitta non si sciri mai (TRADUZIONE-----NO TE LA PRENDI ORA PERCHE' NON SI PUO' MAI SAPERE)...
Aveva ragione,dandomela secondo me voleva avere il piacere di darmela personalmente lui e no prendermela quando lui non ci sarebbe stato più.
Prima di morire lo coccolavo ridevamo insieme aveva sempre le sue battute pronte, e lui era contento di questo glielo leggevo negli occhi,aveva bisogno di essere al centro dell'attenzione Indeed it was for me, I miss her very much.
Dad I love you so well I am posting some photos
with my mother when he was very young military
In this picture in overalls was mechanical Piaggio 
As I said very young when I had only competed with the wasps of Piaggio and is on this occasion that he had won the gold medal 
This is the medal that I keep it in relic I would like very much 
Here my Dad in his fullest splendor. Hello dear Dad I wish you a great asset
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