To my father
Now, my father's spirit has left us. The cruel thing is that his body is still moving around, but he cannot live at home anymore. Since I wrote about him in March last year, he has gotten much worse and my mother didn't have the stamina to care for him anymore.
He didn't recognize her or me anymore and mixed up everything he was talking about. Last week he got up at night, as usual, but this time my mother didn't wake -exhausted beyond all possibilities. So he took the stairs (they live at the bottom floor) to the top floor, there he fell. The neighbors thought that the noise was a burglar and called the police. When they arrived they found him unconscious below the stairs.
He wasn't badly hurt though. But at the hospital they said that he couldn't live at home anymore, so finally the authorities has to provide someplace where he can live and get continuous keep. A thing they have postponed for nearly six months now.
Sad, but to my mother and me he has been "gone" for a long time now. The man I knew as my father seized to exist last summer, now we have only someone left who reminds very closely to him by the looks. But that's all.