MILESTONES.

MY ABUELO WAS THE STRENGTH OF MY PANAMANIAN FAMILY. HE WAS ALWAYS SMILING & HE WAS ALWAYS MY HEART. MY FAMILY LOVED HIM SO MUCH, HIS BRIGHT AURA MADE YOUR DAY GREATER EVEN WHEN YOU KNOW HE DIDNT CALL YOU THE RIGHT NAME, OR WHEN HE WAS 9O% OF THE TIME SPEAKING IN SPANISH. I REGRET NOT SPENDING MORE TIME WITH HIM IN BOSTON, OR GOING TO VISIT AS MUCH AS I SHOULD HAVE, AND I FELT A BIG GRAY CLOUD IN MY HEART. IN MY MIND. FOLLOWING ME. I KNOW THAT HE KNOWS I LOVED HIM FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART, BUT I COULDNT HELP IT. THE DAY OF HIS FUNERAL, MY FATHER TOLD ME I COULD DRINK. I WAS SURPRISED, BUT I WAS ALSO IN AWE. IM LIKE RICARDO IS THE STRESS OF LOSING YOUR FATHER GETTING TO YOU? BUT HEY. I DIDNT COMPLAIN. WHILE I WAS DRUNK & SLEEPING IN MY COUSIN'S HOUSE, I WOKE UP & REALIZED, YOU KNOW WHAT? DRINKING AWAY YOUR PROBLEMS WONT HELP THE SITUATION, JUST BE PROUD OF THE TIME YOU SPENT WITH HIM AND DONT LIVE WITH ANY REGRETS, BECAUSE HE DIDNT. THEREFORE EVERYTIME I THINK ABOUT HIM, I REMEMBER HIM AS THE FORGIVING PERSON HE IS AND WAS, & I LOVEE HIMM. R.I.P. ABUELO ;-*