Remembering Mi Abuelito
My Grandpa was a very special person in my life. I have a great family and awesome friends, but the one person that always believed in me and encoraged me was him. He is probably the person that I will always consider my mentor and the thanks I have to give him will have to wait for heaven. On a phone call with my Dad sometime last week he reminded me that it was four years ago when we lost him. In a weird way the death of his father brought us a little closer because we both admired him from different perspectives but for the same reasons.
I have spent most of the time since thinking about him a lot. I have always wanted to write about him and some of the life lessons he shared with me. He had the most wonderful stories about his childhood and was a great story teller. Last time I saw him I asked him to write some of that stuff down so we could share it with the future generations in our family. I do hope my niece and nephew get to hear about him from my sister and I, but I know that it will not compare with having met him and spent time with him.
Most people search their whole life trying to find someone that will back them up no matter what, a partner in crime… I was lucky enough to be born and have him waiting for me. I now have my wife to be my other half, and honestly one of the reasons I am so in love with her is that she has backed me up even when it was uncertain or scary when we were taking a step. It takes a lot of love to have faith in someone. I wish she would have met the person that first showed me what unconditional love looked like. I miss you abuelito, I miss you a lot.