Today is July 23th, which is a different Saturday for me. My hero, my inspiration, part of my smile, and encouragement on this earth are not here anymore. My daddy went to heaven on February 23th, 2022; it's been 5 months without listening to his voice. And Saturday is my favorite day of the week, and it was the day I used to call him after his nap at around 4pm.
Wow! Today I just want to remember the best moments, cry, see the pictures, remember his lessons, keep living his legacy joy, and tell my son more about his grandfather.
Today, my joy seeing my mother smiling and living the best life with her grandchildren. Her pain is deep, and her memories for me are precious when she says to me sometimes. Tati, your daddy, always was so proud of you, daughter. He was praying about you for this...keep going... he was so proud! How this gives me the strength to move. Thank you, Mom!
I look at my 9-year boy, and I want to teach him so much, and I'm running to live more moments in the family with him. Holding on to the best moments, laughs, and daily routine and be grateful for today.
Those pictures were the last thing we did together. We scanned the old slides from 1980. I can't wait to meet him in heaven.
4 He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death, mourning, crying, or pain, for the old order of things has passed away."
5 He seated on the throne said, "I am making everything new!" Then he said, "Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true."
6 He said to me: "It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To the thirsty, I will give water without cost from the spring of the water of life.
7 Those who are victorious will inherit all this, and I will be their God, and they will be my children. Revelation 21:4-8.
Love you, Daddy, so so so so much!