Then after more rollies and lots of coffee he went upstairs in the atelier he had in my loft. The smell of the ironpaint went trough the whole neighborhood and i complaint about that also. I often complaint about lots of stupid things.
Now he's gone, i put him in the fire yesterday and learnt a new kind of friendship.
David had a very large circle of friends and they where with me and Chris (my oldest son) all the hours we needed them. They worked for days on music, pictures and art and showed all of this on his funeral.
I dont know how to live on without my son..............time will show.
For time being i stay with the love of my son/daughter in law. The love of my friends......walks along the river and to much red wine..............