knowing I cannot be the person I would like to be unless Abba helps me to be, so I will have coffee with Him.

Sabiendo que no puedo ser la persona que quiero ser a menos que Abba me ayude a ser, por eso me siento a tomar un café con Él

Saturday, August 25, 2007

My dad is doing much better



After two bypasses ,lots of worry and of course prayers, I talked to my dad this morning and he sounded pretty good. His last surgery was last August 23rd the bypass on the leg. He kept telling me that he was feeling like never before and he kept thanking me and telling me how much he loves me. I, as always, started to tease with him and I told him that he was less "jodido" a word that the Guatemalans used a lot and I prefer not to translate(so you have to use your dictionary), but understand that for the Guatemalans is not the same as the translation you will see. I love my dad's sense of humor and he has always tell me that without a good sense of humor we will die sooner. I want to thank everyone who has been praying for my dad and I asked to keep praying for us and all the process of immigration so we can go to Mexico and visit my dad after almost six years without being in Mexico.

I would like to be by

I would like to be beside you,
In your aroma.
I would like to be beside you,
In your heart.
I would like to be beside you,
close to you.
I would like to be besides you,
listening.
I would like to be beside you,
going through…..
I would like to be beside you,
Because your aroma reminds me the many mornings
I laid down on the bed waiting for mom to come back from el mercado.
I would like to be beside you,
Because from your heart you can shine the life
of a man who gave everything for his familia.

Because when I am close to you I can travel to beautiful places
through out the music you taught me to listen,
with the words you taught me to enjoy;
with the many books, poems, words coming from your deepest side,
words of a bohemian.

I would like to be beside you,
and listen to your stories, stories of pain and desperation.
Stories that never became words because you never spoke about them.
Words in silence, reflected by your eyes, in the darkness of the room.

Going through your life in the distance is a gift,
a gift I have learned to enjoy through the Man of the Cross.
I would like to be besides you so I can show you the man you have forged;
but the distance is my major enemy.

I know for sure that when you take time to thank the Man of the Cross,
He will tell you about me in the same way He speaks to me about you.

(poem written to my dad in his first surgery, translated by author)

1 comment:

Joanna said...

I am so happy to hear he is much better!!! God is so great!
And... I must add that I am blessed to know you are doing much better as well.
Have a joyous day!

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