My father die when i was 2yrs old. I only know stories, great stories! Hard working man, he was a contractor for the mines of mexico. He past at 49yrs old, from lung problems. I was 15yrs old when i wanted to get to know him, very soon after that i started to feel conected to him. I know he's always there when i need him. Every time I go home, I visit his grave, and have conversations with him, and love to bring him flowers. And I thank him for my life...
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