Sunday afternoon and feeling good having the whole family around me. Family is everything to me. Five of us were in the kitchen this morning cooking up a big breakfast for the whole family. Everyone pitched in to help. My granddaughters are amazing young ladies and are always eager to help in any way. Just a few weeks ago we had all gathered to celebrate Diana's birthday. Beautiful memories were made. This past week attended the funeral of the father of a good friend. It was held in my hometown of Corcoran. During the eulogy of her beloved father, Ruben Flores Sr., I couldn't help but shed a few tears for him. I remember growing up and witnessing what a very good and kind father he was to his children. One day in particular, my friend Beatrice came to my home asking me if I could go to the lake with her family. I could see from the screen door a truck load of people, bikes, barbeque equipment and boxes full of food. Everything to make a great day on a hot afternoon weekend. I reluctantly asked my father (who was the strictest father in the world at that time) if I could go. Of coarse he yelled out "NO". Then my friend pushed passed me at the door and went up to my dad and asked him why. He said there was plenty of chores to do and that I could not go. All I remember is seeing my friend and her awesome dad and other family members drive off down the street and to highway 43. I closed the door and began to cry. I envied Beatrice for having such a fun dad. That is what I remember about Mr. Flores. The people of Corcoran remember him for so many other awesome things and his immediate family remember him as the best dad and granddad ever.
That is something my own children and grandchildren will never ever say about their dad and grandpa.
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