ohsoloso: I do not mourn a broken body that cannot be mended, but rather, celebrate the life and strength of one man’s soul. I miss visiting you in the hospital, because my purpose was to be there for you in the same way you have been for all of us. I already miss you yelling at me, telling me to clean up my mess and wash my dishes, your corny jokes, asking me to do easy computer stuff for you, knowing when I’d break stuff even though I tried to lie about it, and giving me dirty looks for coming home late.  You taught me how to fold paper airplanes and paper boats, how to swim, how to ride a bike and gave me driving lessons until you got fed up with my crappy driving and said you thought I was gonna kill you, hahaha.  You pulled out my teeth with dental floss, sang so loud to Tom Jones and we use to stick banana stickers on each others’ foreheads.  You were strong in so many ways, just as you were stubborn.  But, that’s who you were and we loved you because your bottom line was to take care of us. After everything I’ve been through, I know now I have to always see the positive in every situation, no matter how hard things get.  If I didn’t go through what I did, not even three days before you were hospitalized, I don’t think I would have the strength to get through this.  I would have felt broken, lost and hopeless.  But, I’m not and I’ve always had the strength to carry myself.  I’m glad I found that, so I could not only be strong for you and our family, but more importantly, for myself.  I’m glad I got the chance to show you that much, that I am able to stand on my two feet.  I am happy to know that you are no longer in pain, that we had time to say goodbye and show you the appreciation you deserve, and that you left this world the way you came in; with family.  I am thankful to have spent 22 years with my father, a man who worked hard to put food on the table, cared for his family immensely, and shared a radiant smile with everyone he knew. When I was little, I use to get up at 7am just before you left for work.  As soon as I heard you open the door, I would run out of my bed and fly straight into the kitchen to give you a big hug and a kiss.  I told you I loved you and you would return that love with a hug and a smile.  That’s how I see this whole situation; that even though I’m not with you physically, I know you still love me where ever you are, that you’re doing what you need to do to take care of us, and I’ll see you again, at a later time.  Your body may be gone, but we carry your memory, joy, will and strength forever in our hearts. We love you papa, and we’re all grateful you were apart of our lives. Rest peacefully, Jorge Losorata Sr.April 23 1943 - May 24, 2011 ♡ High-res

ohsoloso:

I do not mourn a broken body that cannot be mended, but rather, celebrate the life and strength of one man’s soul.

I miss visiting you in the hospital, because my purpose was to be there for you in the same way you have been for all of us.

I already miss you yelling at me, telling me to clean up my mess and wash my dishes, your corny jokes, asking me to do easy computer stuff for you, knowing when I’d break stuff even though I tried to lie about it, and giving me dirty looks for coming home late.  You taught me how to fold paper airplanes and paper boats, how to swim, how to ride a bike and gave me driving lessons until you got fed up with my crappy driving and said you thought I was gonna kill you, hahaha.  You pulled out my teeth with dental floss, sang so loud to Tom Jones and we use to stick banana stickers on each others’ foreheads.  You were strong in so many ways, just as you were stubborn.  But, that’s who you were and we loved you because your bottom line was to take care of us.

After everything I’ve been through, I know now I have to always see the positive in every situation, no matter how hard things get.  If I didn’t go through what I did, not even three days before you were hospitalized, I don’t think I would have the strength to get through this.  I would have felt broken, lost and hopeless.  But, I’m not and I’ve always had the strength to carry myself.  I’m glad I found that, so I could not only be strong for you and our family, but more importantly, for myself.  I’m glad I got the chance to show you that much, that I am able to stand on my two feet.  I am happy to know that you are no longer in pain, that we had time to say goodbye and show you the appreciation you deserve, and that you left this world the way you came in; with family.  I am thankful to have spent 22 years with my father, a man who worked hard to put food on the table, cared for his family immensely, and shared a radiant smile with everyone he knew.

When I was little, I use to get up at 7am just before you left for work.  As soon as I heard you open the door, I would run out of my bed and fly straight into the kitchen to give you a big hug and a kiss.  I told you I loved you and you would return that love with a hug and a smile.  That’s how I see this whole situation; that even though I’m not with you physically, I know you still love me where ever you are, that you’re doing what you need to do to take care of us, and I’ll see you again, at a later time.  Your body may be gone, but we carry your memory, joy, will and strength forever in our hearts.

We love you papa, and we’re all grateful you were apart of our lives.

Rest peacefully, Jorge Losorata Sr.
April 23 1943 - May 24, 2011

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