40 Days

In memory of my father Aleksandar and my dog Gena.

They say that until the fortieth day after a person's death, their soul wanders among us - the living. The person is spiritually around us only for 40 days, and then they fly away forever, somewhere. I wanted to be around my father during these last 40 days. I wanted to be physically close to him and in my thoughts. I didn't know how and where to be. I often visited his grave, covered with flowers. These flowers brought me comfort. I always carried my camera with me, which often helped me not to cry. A few days after my father left, my dog also departed. It seemed that he didn't want to leave him alone. It felt like he wanted to catch up with him and be with him. And for me, the sadness doubled. Sadness makes you see only sadness. I imagined that the angels have bicycles and after those 40 days, they take the soul away with a smile. I really want my father and my dog to be together, and I hope an angel with a bicycle took them somewhere beautiful. My father walks beside the bike, Gena runs free, and the angel smiles guiding them.

40 days are not enough to comprehend that your family is now two members smaller. Forever.

In memory of my father and my dog.