I’ve posted lots of photos of other family members, but not my dad. A lot of people say that I look like him and in this photo, I can kind of see the resemblance. My father could be distant and yet, amazingly romantic and sentimental. One of my most vivid memories of that was of one of the first times he took me to learn to drive. We were in a parking lot and I was tooling around when I heard a sniffle and saw him wiping his eyes. I asked him why and he said that it was because I was holding the wheel just like his dad used to hold the wheel.
I never really knew my dad’s dad. My dad’s parents were divorced and his dad had remarried and stayed in Cuba after all of us left. He died in Cuba when I was a teenager and I know my father felt his loss since it had been so long since he had seen him.
Anyway, here is a picture of my dad as a young boy.
