Meredith✨

· 29 Jan 2021

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My beloved father

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Many years ago when I was only 17 years old, my father started working under strong sun and oppressive weather. He wanted to be independent, to earn his own money. In those days he didn't need it, his father (my grandfather) gave him everything, they were in an economic position that could be said to be superior to that of others, but my father wanted to fend for himself, learn to save and where the money comes from , of the sweat of the forehead, of the human effort. At that age he met my mother, a beautiful woman who loved him and she was good for him. From the beginning of that relationship there was respect, communication, trust, and a lot of love. My father earned the affection and respect of my maternal grandparents, as did my mother with my father's family, my paternal grandfather adored her.

Over the years they got married, they had a fantastic wedding, which the celebration lasted two days. His love was true and he went through 8 years of dating. Their first years of marriage were phenomenal. Between them they bought an apartment and were happy for another few years. But her happiness was slowed by the desire to conceive a daughter, which took a while until I was born, her first daughter.
According to them, my arrival in the world brought them luck, they bought a big house and then a truck, a white Chevrolet, my father's favorite. 3 years later my sister came into our lives. The change was strange, I wanted a little sister but she was very restless and cried a lot, hopefully over the years that stopped being a problem, she went from crying to asking with a little patience, she looked a lot like my father, his hair it was wavy and dark-skinned.
My mother worked as a teacher and my father in an oil company. Both dedicated their time, their lives, their effort to raise us and give us everything we need (even more). On the weekends we would go to have fish for lunch in a restaurant, other times grill or another favorite dish of ours.

The visits to McDonald’s were frequent per week, we managed to make all the collections that that fast food restaurant launched. Hello Kitty, Snoopy and among others. As he got older he understood things better, my father went out to work and had night guards, he hated them because he loved having my father at home all the time. He loved going out with the family, trips to the mountains and the beach.
My second pet Princess, a black Chihuahua was very loved by my family, I asked my parents for a house for her and they sent my adoptive grandfather to make one out of wood, and so he made, a beautiful wooden house which my father painted in pastel colors. My father (like my mother) were always looking out for me and my sister. His love and devotion was always present. He never left us alone. When we got sick he was the first to want to get rid of our discomfort, he spent hours in a clinic trying to lower our fever with my mother, always making sure that we were missing nothing.

One day a news item affected our family, my father had been detected a tumor in the pituitary gland, that's where our ordeal began. My beloved father was ill and it was serious. My mother like her was always a faithful woman and she never took off from her side. She along with the rest of our family, she moved here and there and did all the treatments. Some prognoses were not good, they had to remove the tumor and because of the area where he was, it was possible that she would lose her sight, which affected our family a lot.
The day arrived, with courage my father went to that operating room, that operation lasted long hours, with an intercom my mother was communicating with the doctors. Everything went well, my father after so many hours was taken to his room to rest. But after that he had to be subjected to more than 30 radiation to eliminate any trace of the tumor. He was left with a big scar, I never considered it ugly because she was the proof that he had survived something dangerous and had been victorious. Our happiness did not last long because 2 years later he received another fatal news, he was retaining fluid and had to undergo spinal surgery, that news was another blow to the family. Chances were he would become a paraplegic if something went wrong. The day of the operation arrived and as we expected everything went well, my father recovered little by little and never lost mobility.

My father, my beloved father has always been an example to follow, an example of struggle, that despite going through gray moments you should never lose hope of moving forward. My father, my beloved father, the one who has given everything for me and my family, the man who has always been there for us and make us happy. My father, my beloved father, the most important man in my life, the one who has always been there to support me, listen to me and make me feel better. My father, my beloved father, my best friend, the man I admire and adore.

My father is the living proof that it is possible to carry on despite adversity, an example of constant struggle, that despite his 60 years he continues to stand, work and ensure the well-being of his family.

These words are dedicated to the man I will love the most on this earth and if there is another life beyond this I will continue to love him the same or even more.