I can count the days back, jumping off my red eye...Cali to NYC every other week to see you. Restock the fridge. Take you to your appointments... selfishly stealing moments of one on one time with you. Sometimes city Island, sometimes your fav Italian spot, sometimes me home cooking for you. We started to lose you to Alzheimer’s, but you fought back, exactly the way you taught me to... but Covid took you and I’m devastated. You were so humble, so loving, incredibly generous and an amazing father. YOU introduced me to cars and horses... the first bike you bought me came in pieces, you told me to put it together if I wanted to ride... I was furious btw. You threw me in martial arts as a toddler like a crazy person... but you raised a Warrior, with immeasurable strength, focus and commitment... me? A little Puerto Rican girl from the Bronx... YOU did that, and I am so grateful. I’ve cried all day today. I still can’t believe you’re gone, but I’m at peace knowing you are reset and beside our creator. I find joy in the thought that you’re with your sister, your parents and my Beli. I smile knowing you’re looking after me, my sister and your grandchildren. I love you Daddy, I miss you, I celebrate you... Happy Birthday.