I miss him

I'm really missing my dad. This week I've dreamt of him often. I've woken up crying and I've sensed that he's not here. 

He's the only one who really could know how I feel some days. No one else, not even those with the same disease.

I could always ask him.

I could always tell him

And he's gone. 

I'm feeling empty and today a little bit afraid. 

The death if Ros. 

Another one gone. 

I'm wondering who will be next.