Nobody wants to write posts like this one. Maybe nobody wants to read posts like this one. But this is something I want to do now, even if maybe I am going to unpublish it in some days.

My dad died two days ago of a terrible disease called Bone tumour, who destroyed him in only two weeks after its discovery. My mum died in 2007 of another terrible disease called Multiple-system atrophy, after 9 years of pain and struggles. She was 65.

But I am not a victim. I am a fucking warrior. And my sister she is a warrior too. And she is bigger than me.

I wrote this post to say goodbye to a part of my life, the one which is more related to my childhood and innocence. Now that is really gone.

But mostly I had this stupid idea to make my emotions so public to say something to all the people who lived or are living such the same experience.

As a [big] friend told me during these days: hold on.

Hold on. It’s the only thing that you can do. Hold on.

And thanks Nicola & Memma for what you gave me during all these years of simple and true love. I swear I will give this gift back to all the angels living close to me.

Nicola and Memma D'Amico