For My Pops


40 years ago, on June 17, 1976, my pop held my hand, touched my hair and kissed my hand for the last time. He shut his eyes and left our lives but not our heart and memories. Truth is, he really never left me because I have always felt him around if I needed him. He’s always been able to encourage me to keep going no matter how hard the path. He gently tells me when mom needs me if I was not paying attention. He is the angel that protects my sons no matter how far away they are. Someday I will see him again and he will confirm all the ways he shared these 40 years with us. Pops, I am still loving you and will continue to keep you close to me for the rest of my life.

Until we meet again, your Chula.

Some one wrote these beautiful sentiments that I can imagine my pops sharing with me and that I will share with you

“When you remember me, it means that you carry something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can see me in your mind even though countless years stand between us. It means that I have never completely died to you and those that keep me inside where it counts. The best parts of me I see in you. Those pieces like sand will join with who you are and pass to your children and theirs. They also pass to those that love you. So see, I will never truly be gone, and neither will you.”

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