Who has not heard the famous song from the movie "Coco" entitled Remember me?. Who has not wrinkled his heart and cried with such a sentimental song?.
Well, I am one of those who since I saw that movie for the first time, and to this day, every time I hear that particular song it makes me cry a lot and I remember my father who passed away on October 29, 9 years ago.
He was not a bad man but he made many mistakes in his life, especially with people who truly loved him, and at the end of his life when he realized the injustices he had committed, he wanted to make amends but did not have time to do what.
My father was a lucky man to a certain point in his life, he was born in 1949, he was the first-born of a very respected and loved family, with a very good economic and social position in his town. He is the oldest of 6 siblings and, according to my grandfather's plans, he was the one who was going to continue with the family business and make it grow.
He had his own plans, he wanted to study law and play baseball professionally, he fought to get my grandfather's permission to study and he succeeded, he became a food technician and they even told me that he went to a baseball camp on Puerto Rico Island, although he was not selected, that further impelled him to pursue his dreams.
At that time he met my mother, he had already separated from the mother of my 2 older brothers, and he was studying in Caracas. He would travel monthly to visit my grandparents and visit my mother. So 5 years passed and although he did not manage to get his law degree, he married my mother.
From that union, I and my sister were born, Dad was not a man who was very aware of his children, he was more interested in fulfilling their dreams and aspirations (in addition to that due to his economic position he was a magnet for women), who did not know how to maintain his Marriage with my mother and they after 12 years of union and disagreements got divorced.
At that time he was from woman to woman, no relationship lasted. Nor did he want to take over the family business, he fought a lot with my grandfather, he decided to set up a construction company and get contracts with the government, since at that time he had many political contacts, and he did very well economically, but not so personally. .
My grandfather had Alzheimer's disease and decided, before his mental functions began to fail, to give the power of all family assets to my father and he was forced to take over my grandmother and family businesses . After a few years my grandfather dies and he is in charge of all the family assets and the fight between the brothers begins for money, they did not want my father to take care of anything and sell everything to distribute the inheritance. He fought against my uncles to not deliver anything because he said that my grandmother was still alive and that she did not deserve to see her children fight for money.
In that interim he met her last partner, a woman who was much younger than him (she is my age) and decides to make a family with her, and since everything in life is paid for there, my father's ordeal began. Yes, gentlemen, I firmly believe in karma, even more so because of everything I saw that my father suffered with that girl.
In the end he did not know how to choose a good partner for his old age and he was left alone taking care of my old grandmother and without money, that made him reflect that all the people who said they loved him were actually only with him because of his economic position and contacts.
So it was that he began to mend his mistakes and became closer to his children, especially the 4 older ones (in which I am included), he began to be more humble and to accept our help. But that was not enough for him, he died in 2011 due to a respiratory infection, he had all the medical attention and medications at his disposal but the depression that he had was stronger and the body did not respond to medical treatments.
The death of my father made me reflect and change my way of seeing and living life, in a certain way, although we must be selfish and think of ourselves first, everything has its limits, we must make a balance in working for what we want and attend to our family.
I hope that with my story they realize, as I did, that money does not make happiness nor is it everything (although it is an important factor), the most valuable thing is to have the love of your family and to have true friendships.
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Brilliant writing skills