This is Dada. I just wanted to tell you a story that means soo much to me. It's a story of you and me. You are everything I ever wanted in life. This is how the story goes. Your mama and I always wanted a beautiful amazing son like you and everytime we dreamed of you we really did see you the way you are today. You see on March 21, 2009 I was turning 33 years old. We only had a couple of family members over because it was a weekday and I have never been one for big parties. Basically, all I wished for that evening as I blew out the birthday cake was you. You were what I asked God for as a birthday gift. I wanted someone special that I could share a part of me with. Someone that was part of me. Guess what, God granted me that wish. Little did we think of it but that very night God made you through our love. The doctors confirmed it when we went to find out you were growing in your mama's belly. Amazing no? I love you so much. It was a great feeling to come home everyday and speak, sing and read to you every night after work while you were in your mama's belly. It was wonderful. I know you enjoyed it as well. I can never ever imagine my life without you. You have been my buddy since you were born. I was even the first person to hold you. It was the most amazing moment of my life. You and I have been attached to the hip sver since. Spending almost every single hour of everyday together. An amazing blessing. Now I need your help, God wants to take you back to heaven with him. Why does he want to do that? Why does he want to break our hearts and souls? I need you to speak to him Gordo. I need you to tell him that we are good and decent people that love you more than life it'self. Just like he loved his son. All we want to do is fill you with the love we have for you. Please tell him you do not want to leave. Please stay my baby. The doctors are saying that the chemo is not working and want to give you treatment to extend your life not save it. Please my son you are our pride and joy. Please ask him for a miracle because I do not know if hears us anymore but I am sure he hears you. My gordo there is so much we still have to do. I love speaking with you in bed, I love taking walks with you and hearing that crazy laugh of yours We must fight together. We must live and love together, please stay, please tell God to let you stay. Please God, we love him and we love you. Please, I will do want ever you want. Please. I love you always my son. Please speak to God okay. Get some rest.
Love eternally,
Your Dada
Hi Roi, I know during these moments of anguish and amid your family's difficulties my words are sort of insignificant in the big picture. But I want say a few words anyway. Andrew has touched a lot of people already. Only 2 years old and yet so many people know of him and his story. Just today I spoke to my Mom and told her that AA was not doing well and she got teary-eyed on me and told me the news hit her hard. She told me she was going to call my aunt Anna in P.R. My aunt Anna has amazing powers of prayer and I swear to you, I think many times God hears her. I am not religious at all but I do believe in my Tia. Well my friend, from your letter and blogs, I see the entire situation is wearing on you. I wish I can help in some way. I wish I can say something to make you feel better. I guess unlike the Staples commercial...there is no "EASY" button in life. So we must endure. I understand I am not in your shoes and words are always easy to say but I hope and pray you and your wife continue to be strong. Let your love and faith keep you strong. As for Andrew, he is so special. I am honored to have met him. And I hope to see him again...healthy. I truly hope he recovers. That there is some miracle that can still occur. For now I will continue to click refresh to see if there are additional blog updates. And I hope to hear good news. Take care.
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