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I do not know how many Saturdays and I can come and see |
Today I see as the light goes out slowly, sitting in his wheelchair I only have these afternoons I spend with him walking the beach promenade where I was bringing always spend tireless afternoons playing and running behind and in front of me.
Same here he taught me to ride a bike, taking off the training wheels but I begged him a thousand times not to.
He did, but he never let me down.
His energy filled my world security that is only comparable to that of a super hero, my hero, my father.
Parked his wheelchair next to a bank, the same as we visiting too long.
And although he can not speak, I know very well what you feel, your eyes tell me.
Opens wide, I see how your skin crawls and the sea breeze moves his thinning hair.
I am sitting here I talk about my accomplishments, and my falls.
I tell how well it goes with Raul and how big are their grandchildren.
He pats my hand and looks at me in such a sweet way that would stop the world at that moment.
I need to tell you how much I love you, so I will not let another day pass, maybe tomorrow is too late.
Dad, you can not imagine how much I love you, wonderful moments, small and insignificant for others may seem, that I saved in my heart with great affection.
I remember when I sat on the toilet to look at you spellbound as you afeitabas.
Deslizabas care that shaving foam on your face, and you made me laugh imitating the snowman.
Summer evenings I have instructed to remove weeds and planting cypress field, showing the world what it is, a place that respect and care.
And that peculiar way that you had to make me laugh departed, putting myself face down holding my ankles so that I fell, according to you, the coins in his pockets.
With you I learned to play marbles, and the top cowboys and Indians.
From my small stature ever I saw sturdy, handsome, large hands.
Your hair was thick and black as coal, and your voice ...
That's what I remember most, especially now that I can not hear, it seems that sometimes even I whisper in his ear how much you love me.
Why Dad did not know how to thank you so much.
It is a pity that life pass so fast without doing anything, just keep the memories.
I hope I was a good daughter, and make you proud of me.
I want you to remember these evenings sitting at the sea, our beloved sea that has seen many good times we share.
Many people today is a special day.
Today is Father's Day, and of course, I bring the best gift that I happened to make.
I bring my kisses and hugs, I'll give you so strong that overstep the skin to arrive well within your being and accompany you forever.
So I arrollido front of him, and we melted into a big hug.
I feel his tears slide down my cheek and break to mourn as when she was a child.
I'm still not ready for the inevitable farewell, so I beg God to let me celebrate many more days like this to her.
We're coming back.
Start sunset and is refreshing.
Subject his wheelchair hard and start pushing it pretty fast.
Let Dad !, open arms !, you remember ?, I cry full of nostalgia.
Feel it Dad!
, We are free, we are birds flying high !.
And I push harder and see how his arms are raised and sways from side to side as if to take flight, and smiles so much that I seem to hear a laugh.
These little things that really worth ...
Happy Father's Day, Dad!
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