Here is my feelings. My grandfather has gone... I dont know.; I'm sad. I feel awuful about the fact he is not alife now and about the fact he will never say me 'Take care, son. Don't rush. Be very carefull on roads'... I miss him very much. Many times before today, I was thinking about the day of his death... Like what whould I feel ? How it would be? How my Mom would call and say about it? May be it have to be shame on me couse of such kind of thouts. Who knows? But I don't care. There are several points which I'm careing for now. It's my Mother's health - I think she was very related to him and taied up in everyday life; Let me remember - may be even 7 last years they were living together. She cared for him. She cooked for him on everyday basis. What to say else? And It's obvious that she is most hearted person in this situation. Another thing which is eating me inside out is the fact I'was not there during this happend. I was abroad - 'busy' on a job. Fuck my job! Why I have to be far away from my...
