The father I never met

Hello!


Well we have crappy weather and as of Sunday it's going to get humid and warm, we're talking temperatures of +35° and it would be cool if it was sunny but no, it's going to rain yet again!


Well somebody had the bright idea of starting a page on Facebook regarding the family root name Medrano and as far as I can tell it's only people whose family name is Medrano or they are somehow related to that name. I am in, my mother's family name is Aviles Medrano. They have invited me in so I'm going to start picking brains left and right to get more information for the family tree, I already posted a general message requesting information on my grand aunt of whom I have very little information except that one of her grandsons was a music representative for the singer Carlos Vives in Colombia. Plus if they have any other additional information I would be thrilled!

Today I was seeing old pictures of when I was able to walk, when I still walk with a walker and when I used to lay down on my own bed, it was sad. But I didn't let it get to me, I started seeing other pictures, rare pictures, of my father and us. It's a shame that we never got to know him, granted we lived with the guy but it was like living with a family pet: he really didn't talk to us. I don't have many memories of him, but I can say is that he never really wanted a relationship with us, be it because my mother didn't allow this or because he just didn't like us. I can vouch for my brothers and I that we are completely different than he was in that aspect, that we participate in our sons and daughters education as well as in their lives, something that he didn't do even with his grandkids. Maybe it was because I smell bad, I don't know, but it would have been cool to have some positive memories of the guy.

Take care people, enjoy life while you're still in it!