When I think of my dad I think of the story that tells of Jesus washing the disciple’s feet. My dad spent most of his life as a dad washing feet and he never complained.
His love, kindness, patience, humility and hard work with me and my children will be imprinted on my heart for the rest of my life.
My dad was all the things I know I am not and all the things I need to become. His legacy was his unselfish love for us.
Today on Father’s Day I want to write a little note to heaven and tell my dad all the things that I miss terribly about him.
I miss those egg omelets you would make with all sorts of crazy things from rice, to hotdogs or tuna.
I miss your homemade chicken soups that you gave me for 40 days after giving birth.
I miss you watching the kids for us when errands had to be taken care of and never once saying no.
I miss you organizing the garage and categorizing the contents in color coded fashion complete with a notebook to know where each item was located.
I miss starting on our nativity scene 6 weeks before Christmas and handcrafting all the pieces together.
I miss those hot lemonades you would make me when I was coming down with a cold.
I miss eating out of your plate as a grownup and watching your grandkids do the same.
I miss going bike riding with you for hours and hearing about your travels to Egypt, Stockholm and other places.
Now that the world cup is going on I really miss watching all the games and hearing you and my sister scream with every possible goal from the preferred team. I miss hearing you say: Ggggoooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
I miss watching you cook, type and drink tea while holding your grandchildren. They never seemed to bother you one bit and often went with you to appointments, radio stations, interviews and the library so I could work.
I miss traveling with you to remote places sometimes not mom approved. I can’t say I know any other dad that would let their kid ride on top of a train that has a precipice to one side and is going through tunnels filled with bats. Yeup that was probably the best traveling adventure I can remember us being on except for when I got chased by a bull in Riobamba, Ecuador while visiting your friend’s farm.
I miss watching you work passionately on my computer writing articles that traveled past country lines. What I did not know was that those readers from around the world, thousands of them would send emails after your death and only then would I realize just how important your work was for those that admired you.
I miss hearing you lecture me about being patient with the kids and telling me not to forget to kiss and hug them more often.
I really miss hearing you say, “Dios te bendiga, maneja con cuidado.”, whenever I left to go somewhere. In English that means, God bless you and drive safely.
I miss listening to classical music and watching you whistle to all the high and low notes.
I miss getting into my car and seeing the station on NPR because you had driven it last.
I miss hearing about your latest international project and arguing with you that you shouldn’t give your work away for free. Interestingly so, I do the same.
Going back in time; I miss helping you edit your Ecotourism magazine and learning to create publication layouts the old fashion way with x-acto knives and lots of patience.
I miss you taking the kids for a walk everyday and having them pick me flowers.
There are so many things I miss dearly that I could not possibly write them all down but most of all I really miss that last conversation we started having about God doing everything for a reason. We never got to finish it but I know that everything did happen for a reason and although I still can’t understand it all, I am thankful that I got to call you dad for almost 30 yrs and that my children except our new baby got to be around you and have you as their Amigo from the day that they were born.
Happy Father’s day Papi. May you enjoy your strolls in paradise alongside our heavenly father.
And Happy Fathers Day to all the dads that are still on this earth. Whether you have small children or your kids are already grown and gone. May you never cease to give a word of stern direction and encouragement to your children, no matter how much you think they don’t want to hear it.
May you always make time to serve your family and teach your children what the true value of life is.
May your legacy be evident in the love and dedication to your family and to others.
For those that are not dads but still have a dad, tell him you love him today. Give him a big hug and a kiss if you can and don’t take him for granted, because when you least expect it he may be promoted to glory.
God Bless you,
Here are some pics of dad with the kids and one of the nativity scenes we worked on.