Dear tio flako,
Why is life so cruel? Porque estas perdido.
Why do we have to accept what is given? its such a druel.
Why do we appreciate the little things? Its not like its driven.
Why do we still smile? after all we have seen.
Why do we shake it off? after getting into that pile.
Why do we just become so numb?! just to top it off
We know what you feel won’t go away, Its such a bum.
You started when you were sixteen, now you're thirty-four! You'll be okay!
Why are we acting like what is happening is okay?! Go to the door!
I remember when I was five you took us to the shedd aquarium to play.
I remember I was smiling without a care in the world.
Now all I can remember is the news that shook me to my core.
The news that I found out, that I could lose you.
The news that changed my whole world too.
The news that made me see life in a different perspective.
The news that to this day, I still question.
The news that made me believe and pray to god.
The news that Still keep me up.
Of course I am thankful for the small things
The small things, like waking up in the morning, hearing the birds sing.
Having something on the table.
Being able to walk and talk.
But most importantly being able to see..
Without being able to see I wouldn’t be able to see you smiling every day.
I wouldn’t be laughing at all the funny faces you make or the things you say,
I wouldn’t be able to smile everytime you tell me that I can become something.
My eyes also release tears
The same tears that come when I have to let go of my peers
The same tears I shed when I found out my cousin was in the hospital,
With a messed up face because a car fell on him. It was radical.
The same tears that come out everytime I think that I would have to hear that you're no longer here.
The same tears I get when I fall and you pick me up.
Not all are sad, everytime we talk.
Remember when I got accepted to Phoenix?
We both cried happy tears.
Happy tears like, when I found out that for 4 years you were safe.. We all cheered
And maybe, just maybe you beat this..
But usually when there is happy tears..there are also tears of being let down.
Remeber when you gave me that kiss?
Like when I found out that you were back in the hospital
Like when I found out you had tubes all over.
Like that one time you said I'll take you to the park.. I wished upon a clover
But we had to rush you to the hospital!
I'm so done Tio!!
What about my tia Cleo?
I believe in you.
I believe you can beat anything that comes in your life too.
I especially believe you can beat this! I know you can beat Osteosarcoma..
More commonly known as..
No se me ponga malo ortaves porfa.
I miss you tio and I can't wait to see you.
Con tanto amor: