(Y-9) and the desert gentle weeps

Sometimes your world just gets rattled by an event so heart breaking that it can only mean that it’s the end of an era.

Sadly this past Tuesday my beloved father passed away.

He struggled, thankfully for a short time, with that dreadful disease known as cancer.

Part of me will forever mourn his absence, and my other part will remember always the time I spent with him.

I inherited quite a few things, besides the eerie physical similarity.

My love for the desert and nature in general, come directly from him; also my sense of humor and love for red wine and sotol.

My curiosity and love for reading comes indirectly from him, through his mother, she always had a house full of books and an extreme passion for poetry.

Needless to say this last few days haven’t been really productive on reading.

I missed him terribly.

And now I raise a toast in his honor, with the most appropriate of drinks, sotol, as one time he said to me, it’s like some one bottled a rainy desert afternoon.