He passed away in February from lung cancer.
He used to smoke 3 packs of cigarettes in a day. I am so much like him. When I did the DNA test I got 98% his birthplace on my results. and 2% North African? Lol.
He was so funny, always making people laugh. He was not the most affectionate but after he passed away I saw him in my dream, we hugged, cried. It felt so real.
My brother told me if you wanna see him, don’t wait. I booked a ticket, flew there and it was within a few days he passed away. I made him coffee, brought him breakfast, we made a joke together. I am so glad I went at the right time. It was a huge stroke of luck.