I met my father at the age of 19. I was already a mother of two children. I began to develop a relationship with him, despite being married to a military man and always traveling. The few things that I remember about my father, that I hope to emulate was his loving quality and tender desire to always be near us. The fact that he loved his children and his family and later on his grandchildren with all of his heart.
His name Bienvenido, which means welcome in English, suited him. My daughter says, “He was a cowboy at heart.” He loved cowboy hats, guns and country living.
He was willing to do anything and everything for his children and grandchildren. And not just his kids, but all of his family. The house was full of nieces, nephews, sometimes uncle and aunts. He was the happiest at these times. His hobbies were radio communication and collecting Antiques. He worked in many local businesses as a watchman. He fixed refrigerators and delivered refrigerators on his back to buildings without elevators which unfortunately caused horrible back pains, he experienced later in life. He also loved traveling to the Dominican Republic, his home country, as often as he could. He loved music and played by ear. His favorite musical instrument was his flute. He knew how to make the most of his money. He was brilliant and was able to learn things by watching it being done once.
My father was not perfect but what human is? In life, he wanted to love and to be loved.
Toward the end of his life, Dad cried a lot and suffered a lot. We as believers have this hope that is in Rev 21:4 -4 ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’[a] or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
Rest in peace Dad
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