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LETTER OF A DAUGHTER

I do not like to recall that your last month of life of the hospital Gravesend, where you gradually consumed until it disappears, prefer to remember the day of your funeral, where a flood of people have gathered in the first church for the last farewell and then in a procession accompanied you to your last residence, with the banners of the City and the Association of War Veterans that you were making progress. Despite the pain
to get you lost, we felt proud to witness that all those people show by their presence: for them you have been special and memorable.
Everyone says you were a good person, honest, always available to all, for anything.
Among the many memories that I carry inside me, I have chosen only some to be reported in this letter, I remember when I taught swimming at Bellagio, or when I explain the technique of the design: from an artist of this and more ...
remember "delicious "When you taught me to cook the first few times, I was 8, the same as you were when you learned from your mother who was a cook, in fact all of your 5 children have learned quick to cook. And the cakes! The most beautiful and good for my 18 years.
All of us have taught fairness and honesty: the time I found a wallet on the street that contained the beauty of 503,000 pounds, the first thing you asked me: "But you have returned, right?" Even
when I bought my first car and I was not exactly a Formula 1 driver, you have gone quiet in the car saying, "If you have a driver's license, it means that you drive."
Since you liked to go for a walk in the car with your children, even in recent times before your illness, often accompanied me to the basketball coach of my son Mark, as a good sport as well as a parent, when the coach of the opposing team yelling excessively with his students, you're up to you shouting that you do not treat children like that.
You have spent a lot of your time to politics and to your country, because I believe what you did, and the people you have known and popular not have forgotten you, proving that last day when we were not alone in our pain because you are not left alone in the hearts of your family, but in the hearts of all.
Hello Dad. Kriss

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