It was late on a Tuesday afternoon in July when my wife got the phone call that her Dad was in the hospital.
Fue martes por la tarde cuando mi esposa recibio la llamada que su padre estaba en el hospital.
A couple of hours later, my wife called and cried out, " My dad died!" I was at the park with the kids, and my wife asked me not to let the kids know yet.
Un par de horas despues, llamo mi esposa y grito, "Se murio mi papa!". Yo estaba en el parque con los niños y mi esposa me pedió que no se los contara todavia.
I called my father-in-law "apa" and he was very special to me. I had lost my dad when I was seventeen, so apa became my dad. I remember the very first day I met him. I was standing outside his house waiting for his daughter to come out. He said hello and asked me to come in the house. This was a very special moment for me because I had been going out with my future bride for six months, and by him welcoming me to his house he was in fact approving the fact that I was seeing his daughter.
Le llamaba "apa" a mi suegro porque era una persona muy especial para mi. Yo habia perdido a mi padre cuando solo tenia diecisiete años y mi apa fue como mi segundo padre. Nunca olvidare el primer día que lo conocí. Un día cuando estaba afuera de la casa esperando a su hija me saludó y me dió el pase a la casa. Esto fue un momento muy especial para mi porque significaba que aprobaba mi relación con mi futura esposa.
I have very fond memories of apa. We got along very well and I loved his quiet, but friendly manner. I remember once he and I were working in my back yard; it must have been about ten years ago. After a couple of hours of pulling weeds and clearing out all the stuff that accumalates in one's yard, I needed a break. I suggested to him, "Hey apa, let's take a little break". He just kept on working and said, " You go ahead son, I'm OK." He had a lot more stamina and energy than I had and he did not take a break until lunch time.
Tengo recuerdos muy bonitos de apa. Nos llevabamos muy bien y me encantaba su manera de ser. Recuerdo una vez que estuvimos trabajando en mi jardin. Ha de ser como diez años atrás. Depues de dos horas de sacar yerbas y limpiando todo el mugrero que se amontona en el jardin, necesitaba descansar. Le surgerí que tomaranos un descanso, pero el no quizo y me comentó, "Adelante, mijo. Yo estoy bien." Mi apa tenía mucha mas fuerza y animo que yo, y no descansó hasta la hora de la comida.
A continuación...To be continued...
