my dad and my best friend
by Luis Carreno
(Palo Alto, CA)
My dad passed away on Sunday night June 1, 2014 around 7pm, he was not sick but had difficult time breathing, they rushed him to the hospital and he died twenty five minutes later. He was in Caracas, Venezuela where he lived with my mom and my brother. I saw him last year when he came for my daughter’s graduation from college. We spoke on Saturday as we did every weekend and he sounded happy, he was funny as always and there was not one sign or symptom of illness. He walked in to the hospital and die 25 minutes later. His departure has created an empty feeling which I cannot control and I cannot quit thinking of him the memories of my child hood have been present since I heard the news, in particular one memory when I must have been five or six years old and thinking about my father’s death. I remember being so sad, scare and worry for him and hoping that day never came.
That day came two days ago and it is worst than I ever expected it to be, my dad was 76 years old. I spoke to him on the telephone every weekend and I look so forward to these calls I could always be open with him about anything because he was such a good listener, I am so sad that this weekend it will be different he will not be there to answer the telephone. I do not remember the last time I cried but these past two days I have not been able to control this feeling and I just begin crying especially when I see or hear something that remains me of him, last night it was a Johnny Cash song, Sunday Mornings…
My dad was my friend, a fantastic grandfather, a good listener, a caring loving individual and forever my hero. I miss you lots and hope that you are happy and at peace wherever you are, Love you dad.