last december we went home and spent a week or so in punta del diablo with my dad. we talked a lot sitting by the ocean. franco took lots of pictures. i didn't know they were going to be the last ones together. he passed away last friday, and the pain is so unbearable and so so so bad.
i hope time will make it better. in the meantime, i'll keep remembering lo buena gente que era, un tipo solidario, amigo, querido por tantos.
i know it's a sad post, but maybe it'll be useful somehow. i always thought he was going to live forever. i wish we'd talked even more, i wish we spent more time together, i just wish i could go back in time and tell him so much stuff, and i can't. maybe you still can, and you should.