Fars dag // Fathers day

Far . Mig . Lillebror . Farfar // Father . Me. Little brother . Grandfather

Nu sidder jeg her og ved ikke hvordan jeg skal få det ud. Ja, det er jo fars dag, og jeg burde ønske alle fædre tillykke, men vil gerne sige et part ting først. Jeg har 2 fædre i mit liv. Jeg har min danske far, Jan, og min rigtige far, Ricardo. Ja, jeg hedder det samme som min far. Til dem kan jeg ikke andet end at sige tak for alle de oplevelser vi har haft sammen! Men i år er der et tomt rum i mit hjerte. For to måneder siden mistede jeg min farfar. En 65-årige fyr der var altid frisk på alt. Især de kanoture der. Det kom som et kæmpe chok da det skete. Ingen var forberedt på det. Jeg var på vej hjem til Danmark da det skete, og da jeg endelig kom ind på mit værelse i Danmark, fik jeg at vide, at min farfar havde fået et hjertestop. Jeg vendte straks tilbage til Puerto Rico for at være sammen med min familie. Det var første gang jeg så min far græde. Det var første gang jeg kom hjem til min farmor uden at få et kram fra farfar. Stadig idag står jeg op og kan ikke forstå, at han er borte. En del af mig vil ikke indse det, men den anden del vil videre. Aftenen jeg kom til Puerto Rico kom min farmor over til mig og gav mig et stykke papir i hånden. Det papir havde min farfar i hænderne da han døde. Han var på vej i kirke, da han faldt om ude på vejen. På papiret stod der alle de ting han ville takke gud for, og de ting han ville sige til ham. Og nummer 5 var "Tak for at have givet mig oplevelsen af, at være farfar. Bedre børnebørn kunne man ikke ønske sig. De gør mig stolt!" Kære farfar, fra nu af skal jeg nok sørge for, at du forbliver stolt! I mit hjerte er du gemt forevigt, og jeg takker gud for, at havde givet mig muligheden for at være sammen med dig ugen før du gik fra os. Jeg elsker dig! 

I'm seating here and I don't know how to say this. Yes it's fathers day and I should congratulate every single dad out there, but first I want to say something. I have to fathers in my life. My danish father, Jan, and my real father, Ricardo. Yes, I have the same name as my dad. They deserve a big thank you for all of the good times I've had with them. But this year there's an empty space in my heart. Just 2 months ago I lost my grandfather. A 65 year young man who was ready to do anything! Especially those canoe trips. It came as a huge surprise for us all. Nobody was expecting it. I was actually on my way back to Denmark, and when I got into my room and heard the news, I jumped on a plane back to be with my family. It was the first time I saw my father cry. It was the first time I stepped in my grandparents house and not getting a hug from my grandfather. Still today I wake up and can't understand that you're gone. A part of me wants to not believe it, but another part wants to move on. The night I got to Puerto Rico my grandmother put a piece of paper in my hands. She told me that my grandfather had it in his hands when he passed away. He was on his way to church when he suffered from a heart attack. On the paper he had written the things he wanted to thank God for, and the things he wanted to say to him. And number 5 said "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be a grandfather. I have the best grandchildren you could ask for. They make me proud." Dear grandpa' from now on I'm gonna make sure that you stay proud. You'll always be with me in my heart, and I thank God for have given me the privilege to talk to you a week before you passed away. I love you!