"Sunrise, Sunset, Sunrise, Sunset
I don't remember growing older
When did they?
Sunrise, Sunset, Sunrise, Sunset.
Swiftly, fly the years.
One season following another.
Laden with happiness and tears."My beautiful parents...Maria Elida and Feliberto Chavez
Aw... I remember these two looking like this as if it was just yesterday. These two great parents were my shelter. They were my rocks. I ALWAYS knew they loved me. My dad would provide and keep us safe. My mother was my best friend, and kept us extra safe.
I received a call earlier this evening. My family in Texas informed me that my father is not doing well. My father is 83 years old and has always been so healthy. He was always known as the man who never aged. His younger siblings and friends always looked older than him. I'd say he was born with good genes. He has always taken pride in taking care of himself. Daddy has always dressed very nicely. He has always watched his weight by exercising and eating healthy. I think he's had a few colds in his lifetime, but that's about it. He never even had a cavity until he was in his 80's.
I received a call earlier this evening. My family in Texas informed me that my father is not doing well. My father is 83 years old and has always been so healthy. He was always known as the man who never aged. His younger siblings and friends always looked older than him. I'd say he was born with good genes. He has always taken pride in taking care of himself. Daddy has always dressed very nicely. He has always watched his weight by exercising and eating healthy. I think he's had a few colds in his lifetime, but that's about it. He never even had a cavity until he was in his 80's.
Nine months ago he was still walking up to two miles a day. Then he had a stroke. With the stroke, he lost his swallowing reflex, so he was unable to drink or eat for three months. He had a feeding tube. He bounced right back. Then around three months ago, he had another stroke. Dick and I flew to Texas and were able to spend 3 days there. He really hasn't gotten well enough to bounce back. It's been one thing after another.
Tonight he is lying on his bed, unresponsive most of the time. My family said that they took him to the hospital earlier, and that he insisted on going home. He did not want any heroic measures done. He just wanted to go home. I love my father. I've been thinking of my childhood. All my memories of him are so warm and tender. My father got up in the morning, went to work, came home for lunch, then after work, he was home by 5:15. Every single day. He was never late. He was a family man. He went with us to every parent-teacher conference. I was always so proud to introduce him as my father to my teachers. He was very over-protective. Sometimes too much! Now, I am thankful that he was. I am thankful that he took such good care of me, and that he gave me a loving home. In 2001, he came to Idaho and stayed 2 weeks with my family. He helped me sell tickets for the Wizard of Oz. He also went to see the performances every night with me. He loved seeing Brianna play Dorothy. He was Giselle's date for her company Christmas party back east. Giselle is so thankful that she got to know him better. She said she never realized he was such a goofy man. He was always making her laugh and telling her jokes. Four years ago, he came back to visit us in Idaho again. He stayed with us for an entire month. I am so thankful that he made the sacrifice to come see me. I know that when you become an older adult, it's hard to leave your home and your comfortable environment.
Through the years, he has mailed me lots of poems that he writes. A lot of them are about my mother. Three of them are about me. I will always cherish his poems.
I wish I was with him by his bedside tonight, but I do not want to see him this way. I want to remember him healthy and strong. I am so glad that I was able to see him 3 months ago.
I love you Daddy, and I will always be grateful for you. You were only 17 years old when you married mother, and you did the best you could to always have food on our table. I always had beautiful clothes to wear. Since you were an interior designer, you always told me which colors matched, and which colors didn't match.
Thank you for everything.
Thank you for teaching me well.
My mother passed away when she was only 69 years old. Boy do I miss her. I miss her so much, and I think of her always. She was the most unselfish woman in the world. I only hope to become like her one day. I loved her with all of my heart, and I know she loved me with all of hers.










































