by Cristo
My father was diagnosed with one of the meanest cancers back in 2007. On top of the unbearable pain from the soon-to-come loss, I also felt that an incredible “know-how” was going to disappear because he had this amazing talent for designing and building things when I had hardly held a screwdriver.
That is when and why I decided to test myself. I started drawing plans and building my tiny house. It was the only way I found to put an end to my mourning. The whole process, from beginning up to today putting everything together, was my way of re-connecting with my father. My body and my mind had to function the same way his had when he worked before getting sick. While doing my work I often felt his presence next to me.
Today I still miss him a whole lot. But every time I go spend some time in my tiny house my heart is full of joy, because I know he would have loved to see it up and finished. So long Frantz.
Regards
Cristo
