This was written by me 7 years ago on Father's day... Last week it's been 9 months since Cancer took him from me wanted to share with you all...
What is love? How do we show it? Those have been frequent questions in my head these days, and today regarding Father's Day I have made the following reflection; Since I was a child my daddy was my hero, comparable to superman or spiderman, he was that superhero who saw day after day put on his cape (white shirt, sheriff's), his super boots (black shoes, often hungry = broken lease on the zuela) a briefcase full of papers and a million dreams and hopes for the future of him and his family, us. over the years I saw him arrive every day dead from exhaustion, sometimes animated, sometimes with a sip on his head, sometimes angry, sometimes with sweets and trinkets in his suit pocket (most of the time), sometimes on foot , sometimes in a car, fighting every day to improve our economic situation ... together with my mother I have seen him go through almost everything, almost all the hardships that a human being can go through, together they have received humiliation, betrayal, mistreatment, slights etc ... even so my father continues to get up every day and leaves at the same time as always to look for his daily bread, when I decided to go away to study I always received his unconditional support, he always positively influenced me to continue * he lives face to face to the sun and ass to the world ¨ he told me, that is how wise he is, that is so complete, that is how whole, that is how human my old man is, after all he is only a MAN, after all he is the man, the full human being of defects that make it so complex .. is the man that I see in an estra I teach and teach and I am proud, with whom I can philosophize, listen to old music and have a cold beer , is the man who when I talk about him my eyes light up and I really want to cry because I know the sacrifices that He has had to do and continues to do for me to move forward with my dreams, so I don't need photographs, I don't need expensive gifts, I don't need to tell him just today what my feelings are, I would like him to feel it as I feel it daily, how I try to express it not with my words (because words are so fragile and crumble so easily !!) with my daily actions, I express my love for him through The woman I have become in honor of the upbringing that I received from my mother and father, that is my way of expressing how much I love him, my superhero, my dad...
Love your pple, those who are loyal, those who accept you for who you truly are, those who never pretend to change you and don't jugde you, those who celebrate your achievements and mourn your defeat🙏💞
