Today I noticed on my unsticky post-it that I only have 20 more working days left. I looked around my desk and thought of all my personal items that I need to start packing up to take home and then a picture of my dad caught my eye. A whirlwind of memories flooded my brain.
I thought about how lucky I was to be so fortunate to have a dad like him. He was truly the greatest dad. When my mom left, he stayed. I imagine it wasn’t easy but he did the best he could and I have always appreciated his strength and love.
So many memories of times we had had. I could still remember the way he laughed so hard he would grab his belly which, always occurred after he scared the living daylights out of me in our long dark hallway.
I remembered how he used to nestle his arm around me at church when I was little…making me feel like I was in a cocoon. I always felt cozy and warm and would fall asleep…of course!
Oh my goodness, my dad loved swap meets! Once we put a bunch of stuff/junk together from his garage and headed to the swap meet early in the morning so he could sell it…the funniest thing and, I think we laughed years later about it but, he had this part that he wanted to sell, I don’t even think I can describe it, it was just one wheel. It was missing the other wheel and I thought it was trash. He was convinced it would sell and I was kind of annoyed that he didn’t just throw it away…it was the first thing he sold. I can still see his face as we laughed because I think he was just as shocked as I was.
He loved watching Westerns and I loved just being in the same room with him so I would pretend to watch them too, just with my eyes closed.
He loved tinkering with stuff in the garage. If I threw away a broken hair dryer he would find it and try to fix it.
If he was in his bedroom watching TV and I was in my bedroom he would call me, “Mija, let’s have ice cream”.
My dad commuted to work and I commuted to school, sometimes we would catch up to each other on the freeway. Anytime this happened we would always get off the freeway in our old town of Chino and go to one of our favorite restaurants, Mi Ranchito. We always ordered the enchilada style burrito (red sauce…very important).
I remember in Junior High I told a friend about a pair of shoes I wanted and the next week I showed up to school with the shoes. I remember my friend said, “Man, you get whatever you want”. That has always stuck with me because it made me realize that my dad didn’t have a lot but I never went without, not even without a fancy pair of double velcro strap Reebok’s.
My dad and I were not just father and daughter but best friends. We enjoyed being around each other and just hanging out. We talked to each other about everything and my life is better because he was my father.
I feel like he’s missed so many of my huge accomplishments, graduating from college, moving out on my own, meeting Kev, my wedding, and now baby Thom Thom. I really wish my dad was here for Thomas’s birth. I know he will be there I just wish I’d be able to hug him over it and I’ll miss never getting to see him snuggle Thomas. I’m comforted by the fact that Kev has such a beautiful family and I know they will never let Thomas feel he is missing anyone’s hugs and one day when he’s old enough I’ll tell him all about his Grandpa Guillermo who he is named after.

He had the best smile


My first birthday was spent in Mexico City

The picture I had on my desk, He was always happy! Looking forward to his next camping trip.
I miss you Pappe.