Some people look to God for some answers about a lost loved one. Why did he die? Why did this have to happen now? Why my loved one? I have asked these questions and know that thats how life goes but as long as you hang on to the memories they will live on with you forever. My dad was a great man. He really was. My dad struggled to be sure his family was well fed, had a roof over our heads and made sure all our dreams could come true, but it was up to us make those right choices to get there. We may not have had that brick house, or rode in the latest model vehicle, or even wore name brand clothing, but he made sure we did have what we needed. He made sure we were happy. When I was growing up my dad worked his butt off to make me and my family happy. Hell yeah I was a spoiled brat but my dad always made sure that I was. Not in a negative way. If I wanted a Barbie he bought it for me, if I wanted and ice cream he took me to go get it. but it just wasnt the material things that he gave me it was the memories that came with them. I remember taking a small road trip to Bula, Pettit, Sundown just to remember his old times and some of mine and on the way back home we would end the day with the ice cream at Dairy Queen. I remember going to walmart to get an air filter for his truck then passing by the dolls and him saying pick one. I remember purchasing a kite to fly across the street in the field and my dad making me walk in the middle of the field just to fetch the kite because it fell. I remember my dad buying me a ruby diamond ring just because it was my birthstone and it was there as we were passing by the jewelry store. The point is he did everything and anything to make me happy and I will never forget that. I remember me and my niece Ashley Lopez-Sanchez would ride with him and we wanted a song to hear on the radio, he would take us to the station to request it. Mind you we didnt have a phone in the car and he would drive all the way from town to the KLVT station just request it. Crazy! But thats who he was. I remember my dad always making jokes and making me laugh and finding humor in everything because he wanted people to be happy. Shoot my dad was way cool. I remember him singing a Ludacris song in the truck and me and my friends always laughing with him when he did. He is the man who introduced me to music. He showed me Frank Sinatra, The Beatles and Elvis which expanded my music love to other greats. My dad was my heart, my soul, my everything. Now he is free from his pain, his restlessness, and his suffering. I love you dad more than anything and I will truly miss you. Love your little monkey Kami Castillo
Posted on: Thu, 05 Dec 2013 05:51:39 +0000
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