@rhinosoats5800

3 years ago

My dad hasn't been there for some points in my life, always working or in jail, he had left when he heard my mother had gotten locked up for drug usage. Nonetheless I still had received a card for my birthday every year he was gone that usually had written in it "Happy birthday, mi vito". Until this year, on May 2nd, around 11:50 pm, I had heard he was shot and was being rushed to the hospital, I was told he was going to make it, but I knew he wasn't. Now like most guys I dont cry often, at all actually, not even hearing the news that he had passed. I just stood there, wondering how I should have reacted. It wasn't until we had gotten to the funeral home, where I saw him laying in his casket, it looked like he was gonna jump back up and scare me, tell me how it was all a joke to get me to go visit him. I wish that was the outcome. My grandparents had some letters that never reached me while he was in prison. One of the letters was titled "I miss you, mi vito" and all of a sudden my world was shook, everything that I had built up just came crashing down, and it fell right on me. I tried to stop myself from letting the tears come out, but to no avail, I cried, not for long, but it felt like I had let out all the crying I've held in for years. I had always thought "mi Vito" was just a little saying he called me. Like how he had one for my little sister. A day after the funeral I search up what it meant. It was Latin for "my life". This has been the one year I haven't gotten one of those letters, and I didn't know how much I would miss them. How much I miss him.

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