"A-Man" A Father Figure Like No Other

I have always felt blessed of the adult male role models in my life that helped me become who I am.  Of this amazing list, there is no one that has impacted me as much as my own father Rafa, than my Father-In-Law, Miguel Humberto.  He was more of a Father to me, than of a Father-In-Law.

Likewise, I always knew that I was more of a Son to him, than a Son-In-Law.  There were times that I genuinely could not tell the difference between my relationship with him, and the relationship he had with his own son whom he absolutely adored.

Rafa taught me honor, discipline, work ethics, responsibility, commitment, love for family, respect, strength, the game of baseball, admiration for my Puerto Rican heritage, to save for tomorrow and all of the basic tenants in my foundation.  Humberto added to this list by showing me how to live for today, how to enjoy life, not sweat the small stuff, to appreciate the love of a touch to the face, the real meaning of a hug and a kiss, to laugh, to appreciate great Spanish music and culture in general, and to spend it all today because tomorrow is not a given, but as long as we had our family we would figure it out and be OK.

I determined early on that I would combine both of their approaches in how I raised my own kids.  I truly hope that I captured the best of both of my fathers.

As a Grandfather, he was truly unique.  My niece Desiree called him "A-Man", short for Abuelo.  Indeed he was. A Man, a one of a kind, special person, loved by all of his grandchildren.  Always having a smile, appreciating the most precious gifts of his life, his amazing family.  When Dan and Desiree where only a year old, he dressed up as Santa Clause which scared the heck out of Desi.  He quickly ripped off his beard and hat to show her that it was just him. They were too young to know what Santa was but he was anxious to give it a try.

There has never been any doubt that he loved his son and daughter but he absolutely adored his grandchildren.  He made them feel like they were the most important thing in his life.  His usual greeting to them was "Hello My Friend".  I on the other hand got, "You B$#ch". Hahaha.

They made him do and say things and he went along with them for the ride.  The laughter we all had with his Abuelo-isms, absolutely priceless.  One time, Desi asked him what was his favorite cocktail. To which he replied "Shrimp".

The way he played with them and made them feel special, it was obvious, why they adored him.  He was the coolest grandfather I have known and was willing to do everything they asked.

He did everything with them and for them, as long as it was not having to change a diaper.  Which he eventually did when his last grandchild, Nick was born, but check out the video below to see how that turned out :)

Our bond was special.  For my 18th birthday, he went to the supermarket and bought 13 lobster tails so that we can celebrate my birthday!  That eventually became our thing.  Food.  We both had an appreciation for food and specifically enjoying each other's company over a meal and a drink.  The first time I ever went to a fancy restaurant was because he took me to one.  He eventually became known as "la muelita".

He would always want to take me to a new restaurant and to share with me something new he had and that "Rafy would like" as he said.  To enjoy things that only he and I would eat and appreciate because I was open to eating all of the "interesting" food that nobody else would enjoy with him.  That was especially the case when he and I would go to Bravo Supermarket during my visit to have chicharrón, cuchifrito or cuajito.  Much to the chagrin of his wife who would remind him that fried food was not good for him as we headed out the door.

During one of the final times that Luisa was visiting her parents in FL, while I stayed back home, she took him to Bravo's and called me to tell me about it.  I told her to tell him that I was upset that he went there without me.  His reaction was priceless but also heartbreaking.  His usual response would have been to tell me to cut it out (or in a more direct way - such as no joda, your loss and you should be here).  Midstream, he forgot what he was going to say.

My 2nd father left us to join his son, his parents, those who have gone before him and to be with God on March 11th, 2019.  Because I was still dealing with the impact of my dad having passed away less than a year before, and still focused on my mom who would pass away only two months to the day after him, I was not able to focus on the impact of my personal loss of Humberto.  I came across a video of him saying how much he missed me during one of his visits to SC while I was traveling.  I miss him even more today.

Today, on the anniversary of his passing, I honor him with this post.  I thank him for who he was, how he was with me and for all he did for me.  He helped me in ways that I cannot explain or are too personal to share.  A second father to me and one of the most important people in my life.  For had it not been for him, I would not be who I am.

I miss you "mi padre".