All Souls’ Day tribute: My Superhero, my Papa

By Andre Pena

My voice, my comforter, strength and shield. My security blanket, electrician, tutor and the training wheels on my bike. My shoulder to cry on. My superhero. My Papa.
I have a lot of things to apologize for. I’m sorry for being such a messed up, spoiled brat. I’m sorry for not spending time with you when I still had the chance. I’m sorry for hating you because you didn’t allow me to have things my way. I’m sorry for stealing coins in your pocket.

But hey, you still loved me anyway. You looked at me as if I were your masterpiece, the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. I’m proud to be your “carbon copy”, but I’m sorry I didn’t get the chance to prove that to you. I will always be your “Junior”, the Libby to your Rato.

You are the crowd that sits quiet, listening to me and all the mad sense that I make.

Thank you for the 16 short years you shared with me. The years when I felt like a princess, because you let me dream big dreams and let me be who I wanted to be. Thank you for always being proud of me when I failed, and for making me feel beautiful when I couldn’t even look at the mirror. Thank you for the times when you made me feel safe when thunder was scaring the soul out of me, and for just being there when I need you.

I always do things at my best for you Pa, because I know that when I’m in the highest moments of my life, I look back and see that proud, goofy grin painted on your lips telling me to just go on with what I’m doing, and assuring me that you’ll be there in the end to still accept me when everyone else has left. Do you see the woman who I have become now? This is the person you raised, the one you cooked deliciously burnt hotdogs for when we were alone at home and you had to feed me. It’s funny how silent of a man you are, but the hubbub your actions make scream out every “I love you” your heart could contain.

You are one of the few things worth remembering.

Even in another lifetime, I’d still choose you as my Papa. No one could ever replace you in my heart, I promise you that Pa. I know this is quite a cliché already, but from the deepest recesses of my heart, I gallantly say that you are the best Papa a girl could ever ask for, I have no other way to put it. I will always love you Papa, and I miss you, DEARLY.

How could anyone mean more to me, than you?

“You”
– The Carpenters

Clipart courtesy of imgur

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