I want to reply on this. Was on this not for a while. The quilt is the very bad part of it. I think many of you know the story about my father who was feeling sick. I was afraid of him and stayed away. That night 23 des 2002, he died of a heart attack. I feel quilty because we were very close and I never hugged him that day and told him that I loved him.I was to afraid. I only saw them once or twice in a year because they’d moved away. That’s why I hate this fear. I’ll blame myself for it keeping me away from my dad in his last day.