In memoriam

My father has died.

Everything happened quickly and suddenly. According to what I heard at the phone, he was riding his usual Sunday morning bike ride, when he fainted for unknown reasons. He had a heart attack several years ago, so some heart problem is one possible cause. When falling, he hit his head on the road. He was transported to the nearest hospital, Lucca's, but he died some hours later.

He was 63. I spoke to him yesterday, and we spoke about normal things. We actually spoke about my mother, not about him. There was nothing to worry about him.

It is hard to think about good things in this moment. One is that he suffered very little. He was perfectly OK in the morning and dead in the evening.

First news came at about 12PM, he was in the hospital, but nothing about his conditions. Then less than reassuring pieces of news throughout the afternoon. Then the horrible news. It was so much news, and so fast, that I was not really realizing anything about what was happening. I only cried 20 minutes after I heard about his death.

When he left home for his ride he left his PC on. On Skype, he is still online.