This is a truly touching story written and I thought of sharing it: 'Death is always a surprise. No one expects it... Not even terminal patients think they are going to die in a day or two.. We are never ready... It is never the right time. By the time it comes, you will not have done all the things that we wanted to... The end always comes as a surprise, and it’s a tearful moment for widows and a bore for the children who don’t really understand what a funeral is..It was no different with my father. In fact, his death was even more unexpected. He was gone when he was just 27... The same age that claimed the lives of several famous musicians. He was young. Way too young. My father was not a musician and neither a famous person. Cancer doesn’t pick its victims. He was gone when I was young, and I learned what a funeral was because of him... I was 8 and half, old enough to miss him for a lifetime... Had he died before, I wouldn’t have memories. I would feel no pain. But I wouldn’t have had a father in my life. And I had a father... I had a father who was both firm and fun.... He was someone who would tell a joke before grounding me. That way, I wouldn’t feel so bad... Someone who kissed me on my forehead before I went to sleep.. A habit which I passed on to my children... A father like that is someone to be missed... He never told me he was going to die.. Even when he was lying on a hospital bed with tubes all over him, he didn’t say a word. My father made plans for the next year even though he knew he wouldn’t be around in the next month. Next year, we would go fishing, we would travel, we would visit places we’ve never been. Next year would be an amazing year. We lived the same dream.. I believe - actually I’m sure — he thought this would bring luck. He was a superstitious man. Thinking about the future was the way he found to keep hope alive... He made me laugh until the very end. He knew about it... He simply didn’t tell me. He didn’t see me crying... And suddenly, the next year was over before it even started.. My mother picked me at school and we went to the hospital... I hated you, dad. I felt betrayed. I screamed with anger in the hospital, until I realized my father was not around to ground me. I cried... Then, my father was once again a father to me. With a shoe box under her arm, a nurse came by to comfort me. The box was full of sealed envelopes, with sentences where the address should be. I couldn’t understand exactly what was going on. The nurse then handed me a letter. The only letter that was out of the box... Your dad asked me to give you this letter. He spent the whole week writing these, and he wants you to read it... Be strong the nurse said, holding me... The envelope read 'When I’m gone’... I opened it. Son, if you’re reading this, I’m dead. I’m sorry... I knew I was going to die... I didn’t want to tell you what was going to happen, I didn’t want to see you crying... Well, it looks like I’ve made it.... I think that a man who’s about to die has the right to act a little bit selfish.... Well as you can see, I still have a lot to teach you. After all, you don’t know crap about anything.. So I wrote these letters for you. You must not open them before the right moment, OK? This is our deal... I love you..Take care of your mom. You’re the man of the house now... Love, dad.. He made me stop crying with his bad handwriting. Printing was not easy back then. His ugly writing, which I barely understood, made me feel calm. It made me smile. That’s how my father did things...That box became the most important thing in the world for me... I told my mother not to open it. Those letters were mine & no one else could read them....I knew all the life moments written on the envelopes by heart.. But it took a while for these moments to happen. And I forgot about it..Seven years later, after we moved to a new place, I had no idea where I put the box. I couldn’t remember it. And when we don’t remember something, we don’t care about it...If something gets lost in your memory, it doesn’t mean you lost it... It simply doesn’t exist anymore. It’s like change in the pockets of your trousers...And so it happened...My teenage years and my mother’s new boyfriend triggered what my father had anticipated a long time before... My mother had several boyfriends, and I always understood it. She never married again. I don’t know why, but I like to believe that my father had been the love of her life. This boyfriend, however, was worthless. I thought she was humiliating herself by dating him. He had no respect for her. She deserved something a lot better than a guy she met at a bar. I still remember the slap she gave me after I pronounced the word “bitch". I’ll admit that I deserved it... At the time, when my skin was still burning from the slap, I remembered the box and a specific letter, which read 'When you have the worst fight ever with your mom'..I ransacked my room looking for it, which earned me another slap in the face... I found the box inside a suitcase lying on top of the wardrobe..I looked through the letters, and realized that I had forgotten to open 'When you have your first kiss’..I hated myself for doing that, and I decided that would be the next letter I’d open...'When you lose your virginty’ came right next in the pack, a letter I was hoping to open really soon. Eventually I found what I was looking for..Now apologize to her..I don’t know why you’re fighting and I don’t know who’s right. But I know your mother.. So a humble apology is the best way to get over this. I’m talking about a down-on-your-knees apology.. She’s your mother, kid. She loves you more than anything in this world. Do you know that she went through natural birth because someone told her that it would be the best for you? Have you ever seen a woman giving birth? Do you need a bigger proof of love than that? Apologize. She’ll forgive you.. Love, Dad... My father was not a great writer, he was just a bank clerk. But his words had a great impact on me.. They were words that carried more wisdom than all of my 15 yrs of age at the time..I rushed to my moms room and opened the door. I was crying when she turned her head to look me in the eye.. She was also crying. I don’t remember what she yelled at me.. "What do you want?" What I do remember is that I walked towards her holding the letter my father wrote...I held her in my arms, while my hands crumpled the old paper. She hugged me, and we both stood in silence. My fathers letter made her laugh a few minutes later.. We made peace and talked a little about him. She told me about some of his most eccentric habits, such as eating salami with strawberries... Somehow, I felt he was sitting right next to us... Me, my mother and a piece of my father, a piece he left for us, on a piece of paper.. It felt good...It didn’t take long before I read 'When you lose your virginity’: Congratulations, son. Don’t worry, it gets better with time.. It always sucks the first time. Mine happened with a prostitute.. My biggest fear is that you’d ask your mother what virginity is after reading this letter...Love, Dad.. My father followed me through my entire life. He was with me, even though he was not near me. His words did what no one else could: they gave me the strength to overcome challenging times in my life. He would always find a way to put a smile on my face when things looked grim, or clear my mind during angry moments... 'When you get married’ made me feel very emotional. But not so much as 'When you become a father' Now you’ll understand what real love is, son. You’ll realize how much you love her, but real love is something you’ll feel for this little thing over there. I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl...Have fun. It’s a great thing. Time is gonna fly now, so make sure you are around.. Never miss a moment they never come back. Change diapers, bathe the baby, be a role model to this child. I think you have what it takes to be an amazing father like me.. The most painful letter I read in my entire life was also the shortest letter my father wrote. While he wrote those four words, I believe he suffered just as much as I did living through that moment It took a while, but eventually I had to open ’When your mother is gone’: She is mine now...It was the only letter that didn’t make me smile, but I could see the reason.. I always kept the deal I made with my father... I never read letters before their time...I would always wait for the next moment, the next letter. The next lesson my dad would teach me. It’s amazing what a 27-year-old man can teach to an 85-year-old like me. Now that I am lying on a hospital bed, thanks to cancer.. I run my fingers on the faded paper of the only letter I didn’t open... The sentence 'When your time comes’ is barely visible on the envelope..I don’t want to open it. I take a deep breath, opening the envelope.. Hello, son. I hope you’re an old man now... You know this letter was the easiest to write, and the first I wrote...It was the letter that set me free from the pain of losing you. I think your mind becomes clearer when you’re this close to the end. In my last days alive I thought about the life I had.. I had a very short yet a very happy life..I was your father and the husband of your mother. What else could I ask for?..It gave me peace of mind. Now you do the same...My advice for you: Never ever be afraid.. Always stay positive and focussed and you would never go wrong....
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