Mi apa

I'm sure as you are reading this it may not surprise you that I'm writing about this right now. If you are randomly close to me and know what's happening in my life right now, then you will not be surprised to read this blog. This blog is dedicated to the only (ONLY) man who has never let me down... My beautiful father. The one and only that NO ONE can compare to not even any of his son's. Sure they may have traits of him but they will never duplicate him. As I watch him age, and age he has is the last year, I hate to think of the day he will no longer be on this earth. See, I'm a dreamer but I am also realistic about life. I do realize that he will be 76 years old this year, on March 15th which is only ten days away. Not only do I have to come to terms that he may not make it another year but I also realize how important having family is; especially at that age. Although I have a family of my own and am quite busy, I have increased the amount of times I visit or call him. My sister accustumed him to calls every other day and chaperoned doctor visits. I have to admit, I don't know how she did it cuz I have a hard time keeping up. In my recent visits to him he has mentioned several times that he doesn't hear from his grandkids. I find myself stuttering when he makes those comments because he's right. He has also expressed his feelings being hurt as to why his daughter's widow has not paid him a visit or made a simple call to him. When again I tried to explain that people have new lives he quickly replied "yes, but we were family for at least 30 years". Yeah dad, again I am left stuttering. I want to make excuses to spare his heart but he knows better. Even though his kind heart is  a bit hurt, he manages to inspire me with how forgiving he is. He has never said one negative thing about anyone and I think that's why he stays young. My dad's attitude has always been positive and passive in many ways. My mom was the one that was the firecracker. She haw enough energy for both of them so I guess it was a good balance.

My father has always helped people. If we take out a calculator and sum up all the times he fixed someone's car and was told that they would pay him later, haha!! He is a wealthy man!! He is the kind of human being that will take his shirt off for someone else and not ask for anything in return. I will never forget being in Nogales with him and after walking out with leftover food from a restaurant, he stopped. When I looked back, he was handing  some man out leftovers. I asked him if he knew him and he said no. He said when he saw the man he knew he was hungry just by the look on his face. Only someone who has endured hunger in his life would know that because I was oblivious to that look. My father always provided our family with the best. He has never been flashy yet I grew up always having nice clothes and shoes thanks to his hard work. My family was never on public assistance because my father always worked hard to provide for his 5 children. How did a man who lost his own parents at a very young age because such a responsible, loving, forgiving and good man? I take it's from what he learned from an early age. Everytime something breaks in my house or in my heart, my first thought is my dad. "He can fix anything"! Well I have to figure things out now because I can no longer run to him so easily. I will never have enough words to how I feel about him and words are too small to describe this man. I love my father and thank God for whatever time he allows him. I hope that as I age, my kids will always visit me and never forget where they came from. Without their history, we would not be here.