Cinco de Mayo is always bittersweet for me. Although I look forward to it, I usually spend the day thinking about my dad. I always miss him, but today its usually a little extra. If he were here right now he would say, "Mija, la vida es muy corta, Gozala!!!". We often bumped heads, as I was the ultimate feminist daughter of the ultimate chauvinistic Mexican father. He would always try to convince me that I should be seen not heard. I was stubborn, and always had to have the last word. I refused to fit that mold he insisted on me.
I am happy I made peace with him before he passed. I'm sure he is looking down on me from Heaven and saving a place for my hubby ;-))
Cheers Papi!
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