Plus tri

Tata,uvek si me učio da je smrt deo života. Prirodna pojava.
Na neki način me spremao za te momente gubitka sa kojima se svaki čovek sretne pre ili kasnije. Trudio se da me ojačaš.

Za tvoju me nisi spremio tata.
Sve je prerano, preteško, prebolno.

Ali ne brini, drži se tvoje dete, podignute glave. Ponosna na sve vrline i mane koje sam nasledila od tebe. Jednog takvog vanvremenskog čoveka.
Živiš kroz mene, kroz svoje reči, svoje slike, ljude koji su te voleli i vole te i dalje.

Hvala tata što si mi dao jedno veliko, čelično srce baš kao tvoje.

U njemu si.

Znaš.

napisala Ana Limić

♥

Dad,

You’ve always taught me that death is a part of life. Natural event.
In a way, I was prepared for those moments of loss that every man would meet sooner or later. You tried to make me stronger.

For your death you did not prepare me, dad.
Everything is too early, too hard, too painful.
But do not worry, your child is held up, raised head. Proud of all the virtues and imperfections I inherited from you. One such timeless man.

You live through me, through your words, your pictures, people who love you and love you further.

Thank you, dad, for giving me one big, steel heart just like yours.
You’re in it.
You know.

wrote by Ana Limic