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I cant hear you, I will hear you later was the last words he said to me before leaving this life that pained him so.

A daughters love to her father is one that has no ending, the light that shined in my eyes was always true for him.

Forgive me father for never knowing.
Forgive me father for always putting things off.

Wrinkled lines in his face like that of a dry desert soil that is cracked from no rain but his smile was that of undying love.

So much I wanted to say, so much was needed to do but i knew that painted pony was coming for him. I could hear the hoofs pounding on the ground like a loud heartbeat.

I cried out but the spirit of him was gone, riding out back in time when things were simple for him.

I close my eyes and I see my father, he no longer rides that painted pony but flies forever on the wings of an eagle.

The call of the eagle, I hear it clearly and I cry out again, this time he says "I hear you daughter and yes I do love you."




In Loving Memory of my father
Jose Y Ortega
1933-2005