Year of loss

This year is marked with many strong changes in my life. On July 20th I was working on a drawing in my sketchbook and I got frustrated with how it was turning out so I decided, after a rare moment of irritation with my own craft, that I would take a break from it. An hour later I decided to leave home to eat when the bell rang. The wife of my uncle had said that my father had been in a accident. Little by little, both night and all details concerning the accident got grim. Until a phone call by my brother informed me that my father had passed away...

I'll write here a few words of how my father was in life rather than describe the circunstances of his death in detail. My dad lived with us trhoughout my whole childhood. He was stern as a father, and at the same time he was a trickster as a person. Ever since he was a kid, telling jokes e playing pranks was in his nature. When he was very young and living on a farm he would wet a piece of cloth and stealthily throw it at my grandmother ankles, she would jump startled thinking it was a frog, much to his amusement. As an adult when visiting the country side in the state of Minas Gerais he was apparently so funny at the local bar that the next day in the crack-of-noon an old farm worker holding a hoe clapped at the house he was a guest and said "Can you tell me one more joke before I go work at the crops?". Entertainment can be lacking in such rural regions I suppose.

He taught me how to use many tools and how to make home improvements. Although he would get angry when things went wrong or if I didn't understood him clearly.

And despite being against videogames at first (because he believed they could ruin the TV) he became surprisingly good at, and invested in, Shapes and Columns. A few years back when I still lived with him I left a Master System in the living room and secretly recorded him playing the game alone: 

10 days ago heaven got its best 'Shapes and Columns' player. I am really going to miss you dad. ♥

I really miss him...

(Status: From my childhood to the day I die the song Clotho by Tokuhiko Uwabo will rimend me of my Father and Brother)