Creating Memories

6/10/21

12:38 PM

On the train 

Kehlani-nunya

I want to write but it’s been pretty uncomfortable writing on the train so I’m writing it in my notes. 

Can’t remember when I last wrote anything. Let me check that out. Okay so 4 days ago. 

It’s been so damn hot. Today it’s finally just in the 80’s so it doesn’t feel like it’s scorching and that I’m melting. Lol 

So this past weekend I went to my first Yankee game and went with my father. I’ve never been to a game with my father so that was cool.

Papi got his COVID vaccine at Yankee stadium and received a voucher for two free tickets. So that was really cool. The experience was really nice. It was soooo hot and that sucked but, besides that it was sweet. He says certain things and I try to brush them off because they make me sad. He said “tenemos que ser cosas como esta en vida” which translates to “we have to do things like this in life” but what he meant is while we’re still here. 

I don’t know who’s going to go first but based on his age, of course, I’m most likely going to be burying my father one day. It sucks to think about. We’ve had an interesting relationship. I have to admit that It hasn’t been the greatest but, I love that man. Flaws and all. The thought of burying my parents makes me so sad but, I know it’s going to happen one day. Sometimes I feel guilty that I don’t visit them often. I’d like to think that they’re going to live forever and that’s obviously not realistic. We all gotta crossover to the spirit realm one day. But it’s still sad, you know? I’m an extremely sensitive person and just thinking about how it’s going to affect me, scares the hell out of me. Like where do i go from here? :'(

Going to the game with him reminded me of an awesome memory of him and I in 2008. We took a trip to Domincan Republic. The first night we arrived in Santiago, DR we were driving around looking for a spot to dance at. We pulled up to a place called “Rancho Tipico” and there was a sign saying Fefita la Grande was performing that night! First of all, she’s my favorite Perico ripiao singer and the inspiration for the name “Fefa ” but we’ll get into that another time. Papi, my uncle and I danced all night. We shut down the club! We were literally the last ones to leave! He talks about that night so often and I love that he does because it’s up there with one of the best memories I have. But sharing it with my pops made it that much more special.

While he’s here, I hope to still create these beautiful memories. Just thinking of Papi and I sweating our butts off, laughing and joking while at a game is beautiful.

Here’s to creating many, many more memories while we’re still here. If I was at home, this is when I would take a sip of a drink 😀 so if you are, enjoy!