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The topic of death has always attracted me as keenly as the topic of life.When my father died, I became an adult, because I lost a symbol of a shoulder and a back to hide behind, even if it was an invented power that I endowed him with myself. After my father died, I went through all the stages from denial "how could he die without warning me" to "I let you go, I accept."We joked with him that I should dance the waltz, no worse than my mother danced with him. (And they, be noticed, took prizes for a waltz).My father said that he wanted to see my children, but this did not happen.What am I about? Say to those you love all this, express emotions, claims NOW, not someday. Dance the waltz, not perfect and on the wrong foot, but NOW. Do not write letters to the dead, write to the living, say everything, absolutely everything, and be brave to say, do it not by half and let go of your loved ones, living and dead...
