Saturday, January 28, 2012
Abilio's View: A Letter To My Daughter
Abilio's View: A Letter To My Daughter: I spent the weekend watching showtime due to leg pain and other health issues (and a letter to my son, will follow) and I could not sleep to...
A Letter To My Daughter
I spent the weekend watching showtime due to leg pain and other health issues (and a letter to my son, will follow) and I could not sleep tonight of all the things I want to say to my daughter!
As I lay around no longer working, people don't realize the human brain keeps working! So if not occupied with what I used to enjoy, that is Managing People and building award winning extreme talented teams, I think of other things! Last night it was all about my daughter!
I don't think daughters realize how special they are to their dad's! I remember telling Isabel when she was born "our life will never be the same"! It seems like yesterday and Sherry made sure it never was. Just being born she had an issue with it! Hr mother almost died giving her birth!
Ever since then she has been the start in my eye! No dad could be prouder than I of what woman she became! I remember when she left the bus crying and soiled her pants because the teacher would not let her go to the bathroom! I taught her the next day how much I loved her and taught her self respect! Of course many years later this would come back to haunt me, but that was my Sherry! She never road a school bus again!
I remember the struggle on why she could not play basketball shirtless! I said "if you play shirtless, the boys won't be looking at the ball"! The sports bra was introduced! That was my Sherry!
I remember her reading way before she could, on the back of my pacer and I knew she would be successful like her mother and I! She has our work ethics! That is my Sherry!
Sherry may not remember. but it was after her performance on stage at Cohannet School that she first said these words "Dad you're so gay"!I don't think she meant them literally, but she knew her dad and she was right!It was her strength to be independent and who she wanted to be sometimes fighting the established system, that gave me the strength to accept who I am today! That was and is my Sherry!
There is so much more for the almost 36 years she has been on earth that I could say! But I leave this as I leave allot of my memories, with a poem:
I have this little angel. For me she left her wings.
She has no idea how much happiness she truly brings.
She brightens up my days with her smiles and her laughs.
She helps me to remember what being a dad was like.
Not a day goes by that she is not in my mind.
Not an hour goes by she is not in my sight!
I usually sign Dr Q, but for this one!
You're Dad
As I lay around no longer working, people don't realize the human brain keeps working! So if not occupied with what I used to enjoy, that is Managing People and building award winning extreme talented teams, I think of other things! Last night it was all about my daughter!
I don't think daughters realize how special they are to their dad's! I remember telling Isabel when she was born "our life will never be the same"! It seems like yesterday and Sherry made sure it never was. Just being born she had an issue with it! Hr mother almost died giving her birth!
Ever since then she has been the start in my eye! No dad could be prouder than I of what woman she became! I remember when she left the bus crying and soiled her pants because the teacher would not let her go to the bathroom! I taught her the next day how much I loved her and taught her self respect! Of course many years later this would come back to haunt me, but that was my Sherry! She never road a school bus again!
I remember the struggle on why she could not play basketball shirtless! I said "if you play shirtless, the boys won't be looking at the ball"! The sports bra was introduced! That was my Sherry!
I remember her reading way before she could, on the back of my pacer and I knew she would be successful like her mother and I! She has our work ethics! That is my Sherry!
Sherry may not remember. but it was after her performance on stage at Cohannet School that she first said these words "Dad you're so gay"!I don't think she meant them literally, but she knew her dad and she was right!It was her strength to be independent and who she wanted to be sometimes fighting the established system, that gave me the strength to accept who I am today! That was and is my Sherry!
There is so much more for the almost 36 years she has been on earth that I could say! But I leave this as I leave allot of my memories, with a poem:
I have this little angel. For me she left her wings.
She has no idea how much happiness she truly brings.
She brightens up my days with her smiles and her laughs.
She helps me to remember what being a dad was like.
Not a day goes by that she is not in my mind.
Not an hour goes by she is not in my sight!
I usually sign Dr Q, but for this one!
You're Dad
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
My Mother. My Hero
Why do I call my mother my hero? Well for one thing she was the only parental figure I ever had. My dad was rarely involved and that was one of the reasons I was deeply involved in the caring of my two children as an adult! I watched and learned parental skills from my mother.
But back to my mother! I remember as a child waking up at night and my mother would be sewing! Actually if she was not taking care of us, she was sewing. You see my mother sewed by hand tablecloths! I am a proud owner of the last two she did! That was her passion but arthritis took that way long ago!
When my dad made it difficult to be with, my mother took 3 children to the US! We were ages 5, 9 12! I was the middle child. My mother took pride in her children so presentation was very important to her. She spent months teaching us how to eat properly like wealthy people for we were staying in a hotel in Lisbon and she wanted her children to look the part though financially we were poor.My mother was and is elegant, proper and beautiful! Presentation was very important to her, so her children had to live to a standard she created!
My mother always made sure she explained why we had what we had and why we did not. My mother filled in with love what we lacked in material things.My mother took a dollar and made two! My mother taught us to always pay cash for you're stuff (something I did not follow until now). My mother worked 3 jobs when we arrived in America so we could live interdependent and not be a burden on others or the government!
My mother was not perfect, but that is what made her special!As a child I saw many things that my mother did or did not do! Being an analytical child, I knew in time I would understand! My mother made mistakes she wishes she could change, but that is being human. Even at the worse of times, I never thought my mother never loved me. That was instilled in me as a child!
I was the middle child, so I did not take the punishment for when things went wrong, that went to my sister. My brother could do nothing wrong since he was her baby then and still today! I was the one that fell between the two, the emotional one, the special one as she says, the one she spend many nights not sleeping worrying about! You see my mother always new, but never did we speak about it until I was 40.
When I thought about writing about my mother, I knew I would have tears flowing, not for what may happen today but for what has happened during the last 53 years! The privilege of having a loving, caring, wonderful joyful mother that forever lives within me!
Dr Q
"everyday is mothers day"
But back to my mother! I remember as a child waking up at night and my mother would be sewing! Actually if she was not taking care of us, she was sewing. You see my mother sewed by hand tablecloths! I am a proud owner of the last two she did! That was her passion but arthritis took that way long ago!
When my dad made it difficult to be with, my mother took 3 children to the US! We were ages 5, 9 12! I was the middle child. My mother took pride in her children so presentation was very important to her. She spent months teaching us how to eat properly like wealthy people for we were staying in a hotel in Lisbon and she wanted her children to look the part though financially we were poor.My mother was and is elegant, proper and beautiful! Presentation was very important to her, so her children had to live to a standard she created!
My mother always made sure she explained why we had what we had and why we did not. My mother filled in with love what we lacked in material things.My mother took a dollar and made two! My mother taught us to always pay cash for you're stuff (something I did not follow until now). My mother worked 3 jobs when we arrived in America so we could live interdependent and not be a burden on others or the government!
My mother was not perfect, but that is what made her special!As a child I saw many things that my mother did or did not do! Being an analytical child, I knew in time I would understand! My mother made mistakes she wishes she could change, but that is being human. Even at the worse of times, I never thought my mother never loved me. That was instilled in me as a child!
I was the middle child, so I did not take the punishment for when things went wrong, that went to my sister. My brother could do nothing wrong since he was her baby then and still today! I was the one that fell between the two, the emotional one, the special one as she says, the one she spend many nights not sleeping worrying about! You see my mother always new, but never did we speak about it until I was 40.
When I thought about writing about my mother, I knew I would have tears flowing, not for what may happen today but for what has happened during the last 53 years! The privilege of having a loving, caring, wonderful joyful mother that forever lives within me!
Dr Q
"everyday is mothers day"
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
You just lost 365 days! And you're happy!
First unlike most people I've always hated losing a year! To me it's like gambling and losing five dollars! You never get it back. The only good thing about losing a year is that you've hopefully learned something in the past year and now are more educated and/or more advanced in life.
I mean hopefully, you achieved some goals and if nothing else you've established memories. Some people will say "thank the creator" that year is over, maybe due to hardship. But remember you can never go back so you're a year closer to death! If you haven't gained something in the last year then you lost 365 days of you're life, never to regain it!
Even if you have a blessed year, it's one that is gone and never to return. It's for this reason that losing a day and a year always bothered me. I was never happy another arrived! Oh yeah you will see me with the glasses at a local establishment with people I enjoy and my love, but that is a reason for celebration not a reason to be happy I just lost a year!
After 30 you start appreciating days, weeks, months never mind years! After 50 you start hoping the time slows down like when you were 10 and in school and it took forever for the day to end! Unforgettably they speed up as you age.
So yes Happy New Year to you all! But for me, I am sad I just lost 365 days! Most of which I won't remember but I will feel!
Dr Q
I mean hopefully, you achieved some goals and if nothing else you've established memories. Some people will say "thank the creator" that year is over, maybe due to hardship. But remember you can never go back so you're a year closer to death! If you haven't gained something in the last year then you lost 365 days of you're life, never to regain it!
Even if you have a blessed year, it's one that is gone and never to return. It's for this reason that losing a day and a year always bothered me. I was never happy another arrived! Oh yeah you will see me with the glasses at a local establishment with people I enjoy and my love, but that is a reason for celebration not a reason to be happy I just lost a year!
After 30 you start appreciating days, weeks, months never mind years! After 50 you start hoping the time slows down like when you were 10 and in school and it took forever for the day to end! Unforgettably they speed up as you age.
So yes Happy New Year to you all! But for me, I am sad I just lost 365 days! Most of which I won't remember but I will feel!
Dr Q
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