Tuesday, January 18, 2022
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My papa lit a fire within me to learn about the world; as much as possible, and as often as possible. He was always a source of stability and steadfastness in our family. He was quick witted until the end, always quizzing me on my geography knowledge to keep me up to his speed.
My senior year of high school he took me on a northeastern college tour. We stopped at UConn, Tufts, and Wellesley (where I ended up going). He had done his best to keep up with the constant walking, but by the last stop (Wellesley) he was too beat to join me. He told me to go on ahead. I looked back at him, making sure he would be alright without me. He was all smiles. “Go and have fun, sweetheart,” he said. I headed on towards the pursuit of knowledge, that light we both ran towards.
During my last FaceTime with him I recited his favorite piece of trivia. He looked around, in recognition, I’m sure. He meant so much to me. I’ll always miss him, and I’ll think of him in his red Mercedes, picking me up after school for a cheeky lunch at backstreets. Always making me feel special. I love you, papa.
