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Karl Ruprecht Kroenen
Everything goes to hell...
7 years without you ... 
9th-Nov-2017 05:54 pm

Athens 23 Oct 1937 - Stockholm 09 Nov 2010

My dear pa.
I think about you everyday.
I still find myself ready to pick up the phone to call you on Sundays.
I still laugh remembering your silly jokes.
And I talk about you all the time.

I still dream of you.
I still cry for you.
I still wonder of your opinion
about the things that happen in the world today.

I still get mad at you.

You were the best father you knew how to be, improvising.
And for that, I thank you.

Thank you for not raising me like a girl.
Thank you for letting me roam the streets and climb on trees.
For allowing me to scratch my knees and scrape my elbows.
I thank you for the treasure hunts.
I thank you for all the cats.

I thank you for all the road-trips in that old SAAB allover Greece.
Thank you for letting me skip school that day it snowed.
Thank you for teaching me all about boxing ...
I don't remember much anymore ...

Thank you for the backgammon and the checkers.
For my first bike and the gym classes.

Thank you for dancing with me so often.
Thank you for burying me in the sand every summer.
For the acrobatics in the sea.
For the endless walks.
For all the rides and hikes up on our mountain.
For singing to me with your guitar.
For your infamous chicken-soup.

Thank you for all the stories you made up at night trying to put me to sleep no matter how tired you were.
Thank you for teaching me to love the opera.

I thank you for letting me spray-paint a coffin and a giant bat
on the ceiling and the walls of that old room.

Thank you for accepting my weirdness, my mood-swings and my anger.
Like father like daughter I guess.

Thank you for ALWAYS driving me to school, to work, to clubs, to parties, to the airport.
Thank you for calling me every Sunday.

Thank you
for letting me watch the Clockwork Orange when I was 5, along with Star Wars and the 101 Dalmatians.
Thank you for taking me to the summer theater to watch Alien when I was 9.
Thank you for letting me watch Rosemary's Baby,The Shining and Psycho when I was 10
Thank you for taking me to the summer movie midnight marathon to watch Scarface when I was 12
Thank You for taking Me to the movies 3 times a week!
And sometimes twice the same evening.
Searching for parking though was getting harder and harder as the years went by ... remember?

Thank you for being my dad.

I love you and I miss you everyday.

" You are beside me. All around me...
But how I wish you were here ... "

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