Lucky to be my Father’s Daughter
Today, I celebrate my Father.
Papi was a noble man - soft spoken, gentle, elegant, simpatico, affectionate, simple. Caribbean, with a cappuccino tone, daddy was a domesticated man. Raised by his mother and grandmother, he started working at a young age.
At 15, he was delivering telegrams for the post office. He was a man who enjoyed tinkling with electronics, TVs, radios and the likes. Although clothed with a limited formal education, he was a studious man - reading everything in sight. Four kids later, a correspondence school in the US empowered Antonio to start a dream profession which would open doors to support his family in a new Continent.
His love of music was infectious, as he once called it – ‘my injection’. A man with the calm demeanor of a monk, it was his devotion and love for my mother which made our tight, family dwelling a loving home. Happy Father’s day, Papi.Write your post here.