Two years ago, I lost my beloved father tragically. He was assassinated. 2 years since I’ve heard his reassuring voice, held his warm hand and seen his smile. Time goes by so freaking fast. I’ve lost pretty much everything when I lost him. Many days, I don’t even want to do this thing anymore. Today was one of those days. My sleep schedule has been a complete mess for days now, in dreadful anticipation of the 5th of March. I’ve been tired all day and I spent most of it in bed. Grief is violent. I hate it there so much. On top of grieving, I also have to deal with the fact that his life was taken. He had just turned 60 and was going to retire and finally relax. Enjoy life. Less pressure. Be a grandfather. Probably write some books as he was an expert, the number one in his industry in this country. I can only hope there’s a personal hell here on earth and another one in the afterlife for the subhumans who steal people’s lives.