Frans The

He used to be the king of the house, although i only live with him just for a while.
He always covered me with a blanket every time i went to sleep, although he never knew that i don't like blanket (except in the winter).
He was a mountain climber, but he never reached his own mountain top.
He was a loving dad, and will always be.
He drunk all the time, even on my 17th birthday but i know why, and i understand pap.
His sickness made me sick, and i wonder why i asked why

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There's too much i want to tell
but i just missing him.
very badly this morning.

p.s. the picture is his first birthday (together with the family)
and also his last birthday on earth.
(Tributes to Frans The, March 29th 2005)