The august 1 has been the date I hate the most these last five years and here is why!

Summer 2014 we found out my dad had lungcancer, and first of august is the date he died. He was my superhero, my king, my safe haven. My everything. And I lost him.

My dad and mum split up when I was about six months old and frankly I am gratefull for it. They are very different persons and I know I had it best after the split up. When I was about 10 and a half years old I moved to my dad and stepmother. I had an as much as an okey life I could since I dealr with depression wich we actually did’nt know I had. He was always there and after I moved out and to another city I knew I could always call him when I felt homesick. He always trusted me and he was always there. The summer he died I had just moved back from my year in another city and I was so happy, then he got sick and died. I miss him very much and think of him every day.

This may be a picture of a picture, but here is my dad holding me for the very first time. And yes, I had lots of hair and black hair when I was born.

This is from today when we went to his grave. Unfortunately my boyfriend never got to meet him, but I know they would have gotten along very much since they are pretty similar.

Well, enough about that!

I have started reading this book today, for all of you who don’t speak or read Norwegian it Tess of the d’Urbervillies by Thomas Hardy. I have’nt read that much yet, but I think I will love it!

I am always looking for new books so feel free to comment with your favorits and I will look into them.

Emilie Cathrin