Entry originally written Sunday, June 19, 2011

Happy Father’s Day to the fathers out there. And that includes mother’s as
well. I am not going to lie, Father’s Day is definitely not one of my favorite
days. I feel that it stings me. What father do I have to celebrate this with?
But as I have gotten older, I realize that I DO have this day to celebrate. I
have my mother. She raised me and my sister, provided everything that we needed.

I could not ask for a better mother & friend. My grandmother is my
everything; I may say this a lot, but she my Batman & I am her Robin. My
grandmother is the glue that holds my family down. When I am feeling any certain way, she brings me back to earth with her sharp words. Like she says, drama can end if one is quiet. Afterall, it is when one is quiet, that one looks the most beautiful.

Instead of loathing Father’s Day, I am going to reflect and remember the most awesome man of my life, my grandfather. He is and will always be the most important man in life.

My favorite memory of my grandfather is one of the last times he took me to the senior citizens home. I always wanted to be by his side and would not leave his side for anything. He was playing pool with his friends and I took the pool stick and rubbed it against the chalk, making a mess. My grandfather turned, and the one thing I looked at with my hands pink from the chalk, was his white sideburns against his clear brown skin.

Angrily he said, “Estela, NO!” I froze. How could he yell at me? I was his
baby… He carried me to a corner, where I looked out into the small window. I saw the clear sky and near were the other kids playing outside. After a few minutes, I turned and saw my grandfather, who resumed playing his game.

Although our loved ones are not here with us, we have to always cherish the good times we have with them. With that said, we always have to cherish our loved ones, for life is too short. The only thing that moves us forward is time but it is the one thing we have that we can never get more of.