I hope you don’t mind… this month’s letter isn’t full of photos of you, but of someone else very important in my life…
As I started to write this letter, your bisabuelito was in intensive care in a hospital in Puerto Rico. I talked a lot with Nana, listened to the worry and sadness in her voice that she couldn’t be there with him and her mami since she is still recuperating from her knee surgery. I felt a little helpless myself and carried much regret…
Your bisabuelito is such an amazing and interesting person… not without his faults, of course. I don’t want to paint a perfect picture for you, because he isn’t a perfect man… and some of the family will love to remind you of that. I’d rather you hear it now and not be surprised by the revelations later…
Part of the reason he was in the hospital is due to his stubbornness and inability to accept there may be others who know better than he (like the doctors). He has a hard time handling change and not being in control of situations. But what he did do well, very well, was be the father figure I didn’t have while I was young and love me like his immediate own.
Back to my regret… You probably remember me telling you Nana moved us to the states when I was 4. So, it used to be I visited mis abuelitos every summer until my 13th birthday. I spent a lot of time with abuelito then, hanging around on the farm. As I moved away from the house and started my own life, I found myself visiting Puerto Rico less and less. Money, time, commitments… they all seemed to get in the way… but I always called often to check in on them.
When you were born, though, I was hoping to change the pattern. You made your first visit to Puerto Rico when you were 7 months old. Everyone was so happy to see you… including your bisabuelito.
Yet, we haven’t been back since…
And now I’m wishing we had visited more often… that I had visited more often.
Bisabuelito is fine now though… Nana likes to say he’s like a cat with nine lives… and I’m very grateful for that, but mostly because God said it wasn’t his time just yet.
So… all of this to say – family is important. Make sure you call and visit them often so you have plenty of good memories when they’re no longer around.
I love you tons, sweetheart.
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Categories: Letters to My Daughter