It's been a while now, eight years to be exact. Yet, you aren't completely gone.
You are still here, in a way, you never really left.

I sit and close my eyes trying to remember the simple things.
From the sound of your laugh to the wrinkles beside your eyes.
But sometimes it is all too blurry and that angers me.

I didn't have enough time with you. You left so quickly.

I love you and I miss you.

I really do.

There is times when I am in Mexico and I heard the door open and I think it's you.
There is times when I hear atun and I think of how every time I would ask, "What's to eat?"
You would respond with, "Tortas de atun."
There is times when I don't think of you at all, because I know you are okay.
Then there is times when I think of what could have been if you were still here.
There is times when I try to make myself believe you are still here. Alive. Walking somewhere on this Earth making your way back home.
There is times when I write about you as if you were to read it.
Then there is times when I cry and cry because I am in need of a grandpa. I have this empty space in my heart in need of a hug from you.

You are irreplaceable.

Nobody will be able to fill that empty space.

I know it's not your fault. I don't regret nothing, other than the fact I didn't have enough time with you. I just want to give you one last hug and tell you how thankful I am for you. How thankful I am always going to be. Because thanks to you I am who I am, my home is a peaceful one and my family is together.

You were and are my angel.

Te amo.

-Tu gotita de amor.


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