Picking up the pieces

This semester in Brazil allowed me, among other things, to get in touch with things from my past that i very much needed to get in touch with.
I was able to think about, remember and start to really allow myself to feel a part of me that had been asleep for a very long time; since my father passed away 13 years ago.
His name was Marco and he died in a car accident some time before i turned 7.
I can´t really find words to describe the chock and tragedy that his accident brought to me and my family. It has affected us in so many different levels, which i am now trying to figure out.
For many years i didn´t deal with this loss and it caused me inumerous problems, which started becoming a little more clear to me as i got older.
Now i am trying to heal this part of me that has been open for so long, and looking at old pictures and talking about who he was has been a really good start for me.
It made me feel a little bit closer beeing in Brazil on those days of the year that get all of us thinking of him.
May and July.
He would be 40 and probably our pictures together wouldn´t be so different from the one i posted. s2