pinke

i prayed for the first time in years during the month of oct.
i prayed for my step dad to recover.
i prayed that he would pull through to share one more smile.


he spent 3 months in the hospital. he was finally released on Oct. 4th
i was so happy. i believed all those prayers really worked.
i cooked for him i brought him stories and laughs.
i thought he was only going to get better.
so i started my new job worry free.



i finally got a day off so i went to go visit him. no one was home. i didnt make anything of it. cuz i knew he had a lot of doctors appointments.



then on oct. 20th i get a call from an old co-worker.
"are you sitting down?"
"yes....."
"Abbey passed away this morning"


everything turned black after that. i was at work prisoner to four walls. i couldnt breathe and i couldnt speak.

my dad was gone, he was really gone.


i went to go see him in the bed where he laid resting. his brothers played all his favorite music for him. they paid the coroner extra money just to keep him overnight. the last song they played for him before they took his body was a song he would always tell me he wanted to pass on with


he was so cold. he was sucked dry. he stiff. he was gone.



he aint ever coming back, but every night he creeps into my dreams. there hasnt been a night that i dont dream about him. not just at night its every time i sleep, nap ect.

i miss him so much and its killing me to know that i will never hold him again. i will never see the only man who was a father to me.


















R.I.P Papito Lindo
te amo hoy y siempre.