Today is the one year anniversary of my Father’s death. RIP, Candido Jose…1/23/35-5/9/2011. Bad ass Aquarian, Salty Cuban-American, Secret Anarchist, Korean War Vet, Braniac and Most Likely To Be Hilariously Inappropriate At Any Given Moment.
It’s been so strange not having my life revolve around caring for my Dad, hanging out with my Dad or worrying about my Dad…he had Parkinson’s disease, and my brothers and I had been taking care of him since about 1998. Parkinson’s fucking sucks. Watching someone die because they can no longer swallow their own saliva sucks. He’s not suffering anymore, and depending on my mood either I imagine him playing poker, drinking whiskey and eating chocolate in an alternate Universe or reincarnated as a very rebellious one-year old little girl who leaves a path of destruction and cuteness in her wake.