Monday morning was no different than any other Monday until dad called. He told Alma that grandpa had died. This she told me and we both started to cry. I loved him so much. I still went to work but was unable to concentrate. I was so sad. I would work and cry. During lunch I was told that dad was leaving with my uncle and I called off and left with them. The trip was fast. I had no time to pack or anything. Good old McDonald's was dinner on the way to El Paso.
Once there one of my tios came and passed us to Mexico. I was a bit scared because of all the violence that we see on the news. We got to our fist stop there to have lunch and Javier made me feel uncomfortable because of some people that showed up. man, I was scared to eat but we were soon on our way.
Then my tio lost control of the truck and we almost went down the ravine. We were gonna die! I was so scared! We finally got to grammas and she has Alzheimer’s she realized that grandpa was gone. Not as much but she knew he was gone. It was so sad. I just kept crying nonstop.
Don’t get me wrong. I believe, I believe that we will be together someday. That families are eternal. That I will embrace him once more when my time here is gone. But I miss him. I love him. I will not see him in this life time again.
He was the most honest man I have ever known. He was a great man. He loved unconditionally. He made you feel like you were his world when in the end he was mine.
He did pass away in front of my aunt. Both his parents came to pick him up. He testified that the church was true in the end and he wants to be sealed to us and we are going to do the work for it. I can’t wait to be there present and know that he will be there.
I love you abuelito Andres…
His hat
(he was never without it)
His house
(He built this house with his own hands.
He raised his entire family here.
The entire family would sit here to talk and laugh)
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