My last visits with my father that I had with him, at my uncle's, in the hospital and at his burial. I did not attend his burial, but my brother and sister took pictures for me. It all happened so fast within a month and I was ill prepared for the final moment. I felt like an idiot smiling on the pictures after it all happened, but I didn't know, what was store for me. I also smile a lot anyway, so I had to forgive myself. I wanted to capture the confusion with the numbers and the clock.