Today was a hard day for me: my mentor, friend, and father figure passed away exactly one year ago and I am still having a hard time coping with it all.
- I miss his Chinese food requests on Saturdays, talking about family recipes, seeing him watching football and him complaining about me not eating spicy food.
- I miss the sweat on his bald spot when he had one jalapeño too many.
- I miss his tallness and him laughing at me when I had to grab the safety ladder to bring something down from one of the top shelves.
- I miss him holding my hand and giving me "the look" when he was trying to make a point.
- I miss him teaching my kid everyday things and telling him it was ok for him to call him grandpa.
- I miss him riding around in his scooter and coming back with an ice cream cone he was not supposed to have...
- I miss his blue eyes and the truth they emanated.
- I miss his smile and his hugs.
- I miss his Jovan Musk and his talks about smelling good.
- I miss his love for instrumental music and listening to flute music in the store.
- I miss his simple, yet effective solutions for everything.
If Heaven had a phone, I would definitely be calling and asking to speak to the Grand Poo-Bah, a.k.a. Mr. Bill Guy. He was the best cheerleader I have ever had.
He touched my family's lives in more ways than he could have ever known and I truly wish I had more time with him. He knew he was loved and I will always cherish the last long conversation we had: one of the things we discussed was how I would be truly blessed if I was to find a man half as good, caring and honest as him... He told me I needed to aim higher and find someone half as motivated as I am. If I was to find that, I would be ok.
Your Wennie still misses ya, Señor Bill. Have fun cooking and fishing in Heaven!
Thank you for reading and buenas noches.
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