While everyone goes out to celebrate Cinco de Mayo, May 5th holds a different event for me. On this day, 8 years ago, I lost one of my best friends. When I hung up the phone that morning after one of our daily "good morning, have a good day at school" phone calls, I never would have imagined that would be the last time I would speak to you again. Sitting in class, I never would have guessed that I'd be heading to Tucson after school to see you for the last time. You weren't awake when I got there but I told you all about my day at school, how mom was doing, and we listened to ZZ Top together one last time.
I also made you a promise. A promise to make you the proudest father there ever was and I hope I've done that. I also promised you I'd be strong for mom and that I'd love her for you and keep her heart whole while you're gone.
8 years has gone by way too fast. But it's 8 years closer to seeing your face again. Until we meet again, pops. I love you to the moon, stars, and back again. ❤️ SEMPER FI, OOH-RAH! 🇺🇸 #onceamarinealwaysamarine #marinesdaughter #semperfi #missingyou #fuckcancer