I realize something today, and yes, because is father’s day. I have written about a few things, but I have never written anything about my father. Don’t get me wrong, He was a great dad.
Well, My father, Miguel Angel, was born in Puerto Rico, in a place called Cacao, Orocovis. Deep inside Puerto Rico, he had two brothers and two sisters.
Today, as before, it hit me, I didn’t get along with my Dad, and at the time, young and stupid, I didn’t care about having pictures with him. Today I regret it.
But let’s not go to the sad side, sunny side up!!
Now as an adult, I realize how much I am like him. For starters, I love boxing, yes, love it, I am a book worm, like you have no idea, I enjoy documentary channels, like Discovery and Natgeo. By the way, I am subscribed to National Geographic Magazine. I like crosswords, but I’m not great at it, at all. I am good at scrabble though. No matter how hot it is, I had to have a blanket, yes just like him. Also he enjoyed photography and videotaping, And last but not least, I talk, boy can I talk, just like him.
Dad or Papi was a hard working man. He took care of his family, until the day he became ill. He loved to sow (plant), we had a mango, avocado, orange and lemon tree (that is still in the backyard). He just loved the earth. He was a smart, wise and caring man.
Here are some pictures of him. I remembered I had one, from the day I graduated high school, but didn’t find it.
Here he is, Miguel, my Dad.