Rogelio

See i never understood why god had to take him away. For what ever reason it hurts. Its been exactly 4 years since he passed away and theirs still nights where i cry myself to sleep just thinking about it makes me sad. Theirs nothing in the world i can do to make him come back or to even see him come back to life for at least a couple of seconds.
It was in July when my dad woke me up and gave me the news i remember his exact words and everything. How after that i couldn't sleep i couldn't eat i couldn't think or even imagine how it had happened. I felt so bad for my grandmother for my dad who in 16 years never saw him again.
As a baby he raised me and i was his favorite growing up. He was a drunk but i know everything he said he meant it. He was a good man. He loved everyone and cared for everyone. He was so stubborn. No matter how much everyone told him to stop drinking he never did.
He bled to death in the bathroom. Because i didn't have papers and my parents didn't either we were never able to see him. I never went to his funeral and i blame myself for his death. For never going to see him.
For never telling him how much i loved him or calling him when i had nothing else to do.
7/10/07
"I hope the stars still spell out your name where you are.."