Friday, December 18, 2020

58

Hi,

Another year, another birthday without you. Today you would’ve been 58.

I’ve accepted a few things over the years. It seems like time has been on my side. I've come to terms that I will never see you blow out your birthday candles or see you eat another piece of cake. 

No one on this planet can mimic your every move: the way you kicked a soccer ball, the way you cheered on your favorite soccer team, the loving way you would say “cabron” or even the way you unwrapped a tamale on Christmas eve.

Everything you did was unique in your own way. It’s everything that made you my dad.

I sit here with no tears, no sadness, just an uncomprehending emptiness that no one else can fill. An emptiness that's more of an acquaintance now.

But I will never stop writing these minute, essential self-reminders, that keep your spirit present in my life and in my heart. You’re an everlasting part of me and no one can take that from me.

Happy heavenly birthday Pa!


Love,

Pata

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