My dad passed away. And I cried orphan tears. Big, fat, splashing down my face tears.
Papi was gone. And I still miss him.
My kids, Amy and Adam cut together this video with photos and a little bit of film. The song tells about looking at your life through Heaven’s Eyes.
I cry every single time I see that captured smile at the very end.
He left a close knit and devoted family.
An adoring wife of sixty years.
Five beautiful daughters and one handsome son.
Four devoted sons-in-law. And a doting daughter-in-law.
Sixteen grandchildren ranging in ages from 43 to 12.
Seven great grands, ages 10 months to 7 years.
He was well respected. A man of his word. He didn’t survive against all odds. He did not witness the extraordinary. But he did make some courageous decisions at a crucial time in our lives that have impacted all of us, his descendants and our futures.
He was quiet and whip smart. He had a dry and wicked sense of humor. And I always felt completely secure in his love for me – that was his greatest gift to me. It’s that legacy I hope will continue to the next generation.
I miss my Papi.