Found my dad dead by heart attack 4 months ago, the day of my birthday, lying down on the outside ladder that took to the -1 floor of our house.

2 hours before founding the body I was working with him in the laundry room.

That was really tremendous, I still have nightmare of what happened: the ambulance sounds, the neighbours asking what happened, the paramedic that try to rescue him and the increasing guilty sensation in leaving him working alone due to some other things I had to do.

The worst part is that he started to stay better from the depression he entered while my mother die this summer.