My father’s thoughts on the passing of my sister. 

Here is my translation/paraphrasing of an essay by father.  I include his original text below: 

On the sixth day of May 53 years ago, there appeared on this earth my first daughter, arriving on a stormy night at the University Hospital of the Valley (Valle del Cauca, Colombia). I still remember my feelings at that moment when I first held that precious, little dark haired thing in my arms and how the happiness of all those around grew as she did. I remember how I used to sing “muñequita linda, de cabellos de oro, de dientes de perla….while she tried to repeat this back to me. I remember walking with her through Central Cali when she would say “sit her there” pointing to my shoulder so I would oblige, carrying her on my right shoulder. I’ll never forget how she’d see a puddle or a fountain and she had to jump in. In fact I remember one afternoon in the Aqueduct Park where before had even noticed, she had jumped into the fountain there and taken off all of her clothes. (There is a photograph of this incident). 

  I remember how difficult it was for me to separate from my family for five months when I emigrated to the United States, Miguelito already three months old in June of 1965 when I departed. I remember the joy of seeing my family again on December 28 of that same year upon their arrival to New York. There were many happy years there with trips to the beaches and discovering the thrill of riding the Subways. Afterwards we moved to New Jersey where God gifted us with beautiful Alicia and my family was graced now with 3 precious children, now beginning their lives in school. Maria loved Batman and never missed an episode and it was while watching that we started to notice symptoms of an unknown disease that was affecting her (vision). It wasn’t until a hospital stay at Mercy in Miami years later that doctors starting coming up with answers to her afflictions. Then followed the operation with many consequences that changed her life adding new limitations. Later she struggled with recurring cancer and two types of diabetes, 43 years of suffering but never forgetting to keep a smile on her kind face and never giving up on life. 

Now she has left us, to live a better life I am sure as she has assured her place in Heaven long ago. 

 The day I carried her ashes for the first time my eyes filled with tears as I thought about how long it’s been since I have carried her and I remembered her saying “Papi, sientala ahi”. Today we are waiting to schedule placing the urn with her ashes in its final resting place in Las Vegas where she passed. 

 Maria, my beautiful little doll, how we miss you. Whenever I hear the chorus singing in church, I close my eyes and can see you singing along. The emptiness you have left can never be filled my dear Maria. 
 En el mes de Mayo el dia 6 para ser exactos, hace 53 años vino al mundo mi primera hija, en una noche tormentosa en el Hospital Universitario del Valle, aun recuerdo lo que senti, cuando por vez primera vi esa cosita pequeñita, con el cabello negro, y como fue creciendo para felicidad de todos los que estabamos al rededor, recuerdo que yo le cantaba: “muñequita linda, de cabellos de oro, de dientes de perla……y ella trataba de repetir lo que yo le cantaba. Recuerdo que a veces caminabamos por el centro de Cali y ella me decia: “Papi sientala alli y me mostraba el hombro, yo la subia en mi hombro y seguiamos caminando con ella en mi hombro derecho, no olvidare nunca que cada vez que veia un charco de agua, o una fuente se metia al agua, recuerdo una tarde en el parque del acueducto que habia una fuente y antes que nos dieramos cuenta se habia quitado toda la ropa y estaba metida en la fuente (de este acontecimiento hay una fotografia).Y lo duro que fue para mi separarme de mi familia por 5 meses cuando emigre a USA, ya Miguelito estaba de 3 meses, cuando parti a New York en Julio del 65, lo contento que me puse de volverlos a ver el 28 de Diciembre del mismo año, los paseos a la playa, en el Subway de New York, que años tan felices, despues fuimos a vivir a New Jersey donde Dios nos premio con Alicia, mi linda familia, nosotros y nuestros 3 preciosos hijos, sus primeros años de escuela, Como Maria vivia enamorada de Bat man y no se perdia un episodio, Despues ella comenzo a mostrar sintomas de algo que era en aquel entonces desconocido, y que no le diagnosticaron sino en Miami, de como fue operada en el Mercy Hospital y la clase de vida que le toco, debido a las consecuencias de lo que tenia, y de como ella se ajusto a su nueva vida, llena de limitaciones, y de las otras veces que recayo, en su lucha con el cancer y los dos tipos de diabetes que padecia, pero ella no se rendia, fueron 48 años de su vida que padecio, pero sin desfallecer, siempre con una sonrisa en sus labios, ahora se nos fue, a vivir una vida que yo se que es linda pues el cielo se lo tenia ganado hace tiempo, el dia que cargue sus cenizas por primera vez se me llenaron los ojos de lagrimas, pues recorde cuanto tiempo hacia que no podia cargarla y recorde esa frase:” Papy sientala alli” hoy estamos esperando para coordinar depositar sus cenizas en una hurna de cristal en Las Vegas donde fallecio, Maria, mi muñequita linda, que falta nos haces, cada vez que voy a la iglesia y oigo al coro cantando, te veo cantando con los ojitos cerrados, pues hasta en el coro de la iglesia cantabas, ………Este vacio que has dejado no podra ser llenado nunca mi muñequita Maria.

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2 responses to “My father’s thoughts on the passing of my sister. 

  1. Loved both yours and your father’s posts, Miguel. Truly beautiful tributes. I’m so sorry for your loss. Love to you and your family, my friend. xoxo

    On Wed, Mar 2, 2016 at 7:29 PM, Miguel Fernandos Blog wrote:

    > miguel posted: “Here is my translation/paraphrasing of essay by father. I > include his original text below: On the sixth day of May 53 years ago, > there appeared on this earth my first daughter, arriving on a stormy night > at the University Hospital of the Vall” >

  2. Beautiful. So sorry you lost such a dear person.

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