15 years ago today I lost my grandpa Ezequiel, Papi Tata. My mom and I were talking about him today. I can't believe I was 12 when he passed, I feel like I knew him for much longer. My mom tells me that I remember him so much because I spent a lot of time with him. I remember going to church with him and my grandma, I remember following him outside, I remember praying with him, I remember the stories he would tell us at night. To this day I prefer going to Spanish Mass; I feel so close to him during Mass. My grandparents shaped my mother to who she is, they also helped raise me, I'm thankful to them for being so great.
In my life when I've had difficult decisions to make, I find myself talking to Papi Tata. I imagine the talks we would have if he were still here. I know that he would be proud of all his grandchildren, I wish we still had him here.
My grandpa was a good man, and I miss him so much.
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I can't believe he has been dead for 15 years already. His spirit still lives on in my heart & in my life. I too, during troubled times, talk to him & have him ask the Lord to help me. I am very fortune to have had such a wonderful father, even if I only had him for 23 years. I tell the girls about him and what kind of man he was. Even though I know he is in Heaven, I still miss him and wish he were around to be a grandfather to my children, BUT God needed him, so instead, I tell the girls about him and how we should strive to be like him.
Thanks for remembering him. Oh, just so you know, he actually died on 10 November 1994. He was buried on the 11th though.
Oh....my bad. I see that you dated your blog 10 Nov 09. I was a bit confused. Sorry.
Yeah, I actually wrote it yesterday but posted it today.
I am very blessed to have known him those years, and I feel like he's always watching over us.
I'm 27 and I can't imagine losing my dad; it breaks my heart just thinking about it.
The memories that stick out the most in my mind are of him in the back on his rocking chair listening to music. Can't believe it's been over 15 years and yet that memory is still so real.
I'm glad you posted something about Papi Tata even though it brought many tears to my eyes. I miss him dearly.
I often wonder how it would be with him here today...would he still speed down the roads because he never drove under the speed limit...What would he say about his huge family or think about his granddaughters going to college... How many more trucks would he buy cash since he was such a saver...I wonder if he would enjoy having a GPS since he always had a compass on the truck dashboard. He is the reason I like maps. He loved to show me maps of Mexico. I remember when he would just let me hammer anything around the house or paint when I really didn't know how. Or let me straighten those crocked nails so he can use them again. He would also let me cut the grass and help me when the lawnmower wouldn't start. And the times he let me smoke at the jamaica while he ran the cork gun booth. I actually don't remember that but many people tell me about it.
Thanks for remembering him.
Thank you guys for the comments, I cried just reading them. Isabel he does still seem so real, Lupita you remember so much BUT I refuse to believe he let you smoke! ;)
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