His name was Angel and he truly was one. He was my daddy and the best daddy in the world. Papi, as we called him in Spanish was so much fun, sweet, caring, a jokester and a kid at heart and I’m so grateful that I take after my Papi and for so many amazing, happy memories.
It was nine years ago today that I lost Papi, he was so young, only 62. Papi had been in the hospital for some time but when we lost him it was unexpected. I had gone for a getaway up north for the night and was out of cell range. My sisters were trying to reach me to tell me the news but I didn’t get it until the next day. I never got to say goodbye to Papi and even now I sometimes have dreams of walking around the hospital looking for him.
I see so much of my daughter in Papi. Buggy has such a silly, goofy personality-so much like her Abuelo. I know that in the Spirit world the two have shared many laughs and my heart swells when she sees pictures of my parents and says “that’s Abuelo”.
I love you and miss you so much Papi! I know you are having a great time on the other side and watching over us. Te Amo!
Dios te bendiga mi Angel!