Papi:
13 years ago you left my side and a lot has happened since then to me, important events, such errors will then call experience, insurance to torment us at least know that we water. What is unchanged is my love, admiration and the void you left, patent and exacerbated each time I see my mother, my brothers, I visit your house and not full of visiting your grave, because even if there are your remains not enough, is an empty and desolate, which makes me understand why you hated visiting the cemetery and all the paraphernalia that surrounds the burial of our people.
I thought this letter to platicarte what has been my life in this time you've been away, but I think I can go further, there is much to say yes, I guess I have you would have to spend days in front Whole talking to get on top of all that has happened, but surely something we would like to go fishing, fly a kite or build a plane, as you said (when you gave us) to avoid answering what you were doing.
I can not say that I miss you, but your absence still feel hurt, sometimes when I see the smile of the mouse, I feel a little compassion for him, that grandfather was not around and can only know through what I can convey, with a partial version totally blinded by love I felt for you daughter.
do not intend to make this letter a bit sad it hurts to read, because I'm not, if a little shaken, condolences, but also fills me with joy (and take comfort in the truth) think that if we find you would have much to discuss. Although very often, when I'm alone I hear talk like, what way to do that you pay care not you, not to mention dad, who sends you make me just like you, as mom, but I say more with your flaws altered, that you were all, yes, according to mom.
I send kisses, maybe I gave when I wanted, but never take it far enough. I loved, I loved you, I love your memory and take it with me.
Flaca
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