My father is one of my biggest role models. He always had a hard life growing up. His mother and sisters always treated him bad, since he was the eldest of all his siblings and he resembled my grandfather. My grandfather, from what I was told was a hard working man who was never appreciated from his wife and children who always wanted more and because the money he made wasn’t enough to please them. My father followed his footsteps and he even had to get a job in his little village in Mexico just so he could help his family out with money.
He migrated to Chicago, Illinois. Many years passed by, he met my mom, got married and two years later they had my older brother, me and then my baby brother. They became homeowners and all their kids were in school, he would always say he “was living the ‘American Dream'”.
My father passed away on December 2nd, 2011. He stayed asleep and never woke up. Many people were saying how graceful his death was and that everyone wishes for a death like his. I just hated hearing that because it wasn’t the point of how he died but that he left us too soon.
He would always tell us how school was important and that he just wanted us to get an education so we could have a better life than he had. Because of that I continued my studies. I was the only one of his children who kept going on, just because I wanted to make him proud.
On May 11th, 2014 I will be graduating from College with a Bachelors degree in Criminal Justice. The only thing I see wrong with this picture is that the only person who I was really doing all of this for won’t be sitting with the rest of the audience, applauding me and telling me that he loves me.
I Love you Dad!