Thinking of you

Day by day your image is more obfuscated, the outlines dissolve, the colors shuffle and the sound of your voice is confused in my mind...
I remember our arguments, I was so young and I believed to know thought I knew enough about the life. I wanted to live as my peers and don't not be different. You just wanted to protect me. Now I know it..
You was were fill full of vitality; after work you was were always busy with some activities: repairing the car of a friend, fixing the faucet which was dripping, going fishing, caring for your vegetable garden in the country. Often I was with you and I loved it.
I remember the first time you allowed me to drive your car: the legendary 500 FIAT! A real duffer! How many laughters laughs! [or, "We had a lot of laughts!"]
Desperately I try to keep with me all of my memories about of you.
There is one that especially one helps me and makes me feel good when I am sad or I have some problems: how you looked at me, as a dad looks his daughter proudly.

Brava! Very beautiful.