As many know, my ol man was a unique cat. Last time he and I spoke, I was 14 years old. I didnt have nice words to say to him either. Four years later I saw him in the hospital hooked up to various pieces of equipment. In my teen years I wasnt close with him. Nevertheless, seeing my father in that state was painful. Last night Jennifer and I were talking about life and how we can always improve ourselves. I got to thinking of pops. I had a dream that I was back at the house in Tijuana. I was met at the door by a lady and she eyeballed me. I said Im Luis son. She said, I can see that. Which one are you. Enrique (my real name) I saw my father in bed, I reached over for him and he looked great! He didnt want to look at me but I still shared with him pictures in my phone, told him of my life.... just hoping my dad would be proud of me. I truly believe he is. Then I found myself at my moms. Mi mama was as beautiful as ever. No cancer, just my chunky mama! I told her that I spoke with dad and she was soo happy. And she hugged me tight. I still feel my mom and I can still smell my dad and his Old Spice. Theres more to this, but I dont want to bore you too much. Lets just say that a huge weight that I didnt realize I was carrying has been lifted. Life has been an emotional roller coaster lately. I suppose even at 46 years old, were still learning and growing.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 19:26:21 +0000
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