life goes on.....

This past week, my family and I toke a "mini" vacation; even though, my dad still in our thoughts every day, I was able to see how life keeps going on. My children were happy visiting Disney and believe it or not our minds were not set on the sorrow that we have in our souls. I would like to say that everything is "OK" and that we are doing fine. We are not fine and we are not 100% fine, I know that my dad is in the glory of the Lord; however, his physical presence is missed in our lives every day. I decided to start blogging to ease my pain, and put my thoughts in writing. Also, about a week ago, my brother's sis in law, Angelica, did an awesome painting of my dad and a lion. Not long after my dad passed away a very good friend of mine asked me why was I crying over my dad's death, and it ticked me off, I told him "Because is my DAD!" and he said, Mariela your dad was lion and he left like a lion. This brought great confort to my life, also when I arrived to Guatemala, I learned that the day of May 2 my dad saw a picture of a lion and told my aunt that that was him. A LION....

Lion: a man of great strength, courage, a person of great importance, influence, charm (Dictionary.com) This describes my father........

De Oidas Te Habia Oido

Job 42

Job respondió entonces al Señor. Le dijo:
«Yo sé bien que tú lo puedes todo,

que no es posible frustrar ninguno de tus planes.

"¿Quién es éste —has preguntado—,

que sin *conocimiento oscurece mi consejo?"

Reconozco que he hablado de cosas

que no alcanzo a comprender,

de cosas demasiado maravillosas

que me son desconocidas.
»"Ahora escúchame, que voy a hablar —dijiste—;

yo te cuestionaré, y tú me responderás."

De oídas había oído hablar de ti,

pero ahora te veo con mis propios ojos.

Por tanto, me retracto de lo que he dicho,

y me arrepiento en polvo y ceniza.»

Daddy I miss you, it's been 3 months since the last time I saw you alive in the flesh; however, I know that you are more alive than ever. I cannot even imagine the most insignificant part of heaven, even if I tried. My human brain cannot picture the glory of God and how it should to be in his presence.