How Deep the Father's Love for Us
Along with my many cousins scattered throughout the United States and Colombia, we have imagined the next amazing family reunion, including my older brother, who pre-deceased my Dad by twenty-eight years.
Dad recently said that he would be waiting for us, he knew his days were numbered, and he made sure we all knew he was at peace with that reality. He wondered if he would reach one hundred, yet he accepted each day with gratitude because it was one more day to spend with the love of his life, my Mom. They were looking forward to their 70th anniversary this October!
It was very moving to see how many people attended the memorial service for my Dad yesterday, exactly one month after his 95th birthday. The service made me realize how we all have spheres of influence—our separate little worlds—which we don’t get to see or appreciate until we have moments like these.
Dad had a profound and private faith. He said confidently to the priest who visited him at the hospital that he was unafraid. The priest said, “I’m sure of that, Enrique. You’ve said that many times before.”
He was self-effacing and quiet; he never wanted the spotlight to shine on him. Yesterday he received all the honor and respect that he deserved. His friends who came to offer their condolences and pay their respects made sure of that. Dad would have been embarrassed to receive this much attention, but it was a fitting way to say