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My father, Angel was a wonderful husband, father, grandfather and man. He died 4 days short of his 70th birthday.
I would like to thank the 4th Floor day/night staff at Calvary Hospital in the Bronx, NY who took great care of my father and our family during his last week of life. They were so caring and knew exactly what we were going through. We literally camped out at the hospital. During this time, we saw so many come and go it was heartbreaking. I guess you can say we were waiting for our turn... and it sure did come.
Cancer took his life but not his spirit or the love he had for all of us. My father was laid to rest on his birthday. He will be deeply missed.
Mi Querido Viejo
Es un buen tipo mi viejo
que anda solo y esperando,
tiene la tristeza larga
de tanto venir andando.
Yo lo miro desde lejos,
pero somos tan distintos;
es que creció con el siglo
con tranvía y vino tinto.
Viejo mi querido viejo
ahora ya caminas lerdo;
como perdonando el viento
yo soy tu sangre mi viejo
soy tu silencio y tu tiempo.
El tiene los ojos buenos
y una figura pesada;
la edad se le vino encima
sin carnaval ni comparsa.
Yo tengo los años nuevos
y el hombre los años viejos;
el dolor lo lleva adentro
y tiene historia sin tiempo.
Viejo mi querido viejo,
ahora ya caminas lerdo
como perdonando al viento;
yo soy tu sangre mi viejo.
soy tu silencio y tu tiempo.
My father, Angel was a wonderful husband, father, grandfather and man. He died 4 days short of his 70th birthday.
I would like to thank the 4th Floor day/night staff at Calvary Hospital in the Bronx, NY who took great care of my father and our family during his last week of life. They were so caring and knew exactly what we were going through. We literally camped out at the hospital. During this time, we saw so many come and go it was heartbreaking. I guess you can say we were waiting for our turn... and it sure did come.
Cancer took his life but not his spirit or the love he had for all of us. My father was laid to rest on his birthday. He will be deeply missed.
Mi Querido Viejo
Es un buen tipo mi viejo
que anda solo y esperando,
tiene la tristeza larga
de tanto venir andando.
Yo lo miro desde lejos,
pero somos tan distintos;
es que creció con el siglo
con tranvía y vino tinto.
Viejo mi querido viejo
ahora ya caminas lerdo;
como perdonando el viento
yo soy tu sangre mi viejo
soy tu silencio y tu tiempo.
El tiene los ojos buenos
y una figura pesada;
la edad se le vino encima
sin carnaval ni comparsa.
Yo tengo los años nuevos
y el hombre los años viejos;
el dolor lo lleva adentro
y tiene historia sin tiempo.
Viejo mi querido viejo,
ahora ya caminas lerdo
como perdonando al viento;
yo soy tu sangre mi viejo.
soy tu silencio y tu tiempo.
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My father, Angel was a wonderful husband, father, grandfather and man. He died 4 days short of his 70th birthday.
I would like to thank the 4th Floor day/night staff at Calvary Hospital in the Bronx, NY who took great care of my father and our family during his last week of life. They were so caring and knew exactly what we were going through. We literally camped out at the hospital. During this time, we saw so many come and go it was heartbreaking. I guess you can say we were waiting for our turn... and it sure did come.
Cancer took his life but not his spirit or the love he had for all of us. My father was laid to rest on his birthday. He will be deeply missed.
Mi Querido Viejo
Es un buen tipo mi viejo
que anda solo y esperando,
tiene la tristeza larga
de tanto venir andando.
Yo lo miro desde lejos,
pero somos tan distintos;
es que creció con el siglo
con tranvía y vino tinto.
Viejo mi querido viejo
ahora ya caminas lerdo;
como perdonando el viento
yo soy tu sangre mi viejo
soy tu silencio y tu tiempo.
El tiene los ojos buenos
y una figura pesada;
la edad se le vino encima
sin carnaval ni comparsa.
Yo tengo los años nuevos
y el hombre los años viejos;
el dolor lo lleva adentro
y tiene historia sin tiempo.
Viejo mi querido viejo,
ahora ya caminas lerdo
como perdonando al viento;
yo soy tu sangre mi viejo.
soy tu silencio y tu tiempo.
My father, Angel was a wonderful husband, father, grandfather and man. He died 4 days short of his 70th birthday.
I would like to thank the 4th Floor day/night staff at Calvary Hospital in the Bronx, NY who took great care of my father and our family during his last week of life. They were so caring and knew exactly what we were going through. We literally camped out at the hospital. During this time, we saw so many come and go it was heartbreaking. I guess you can say we were waiting for our turn... and it sure did come.
Cancer took his life but not his spirit or the love he had for all of us. My father was laid to rest on his birthday. He will be deeply missed.
Mi Querido Viejo
Es un buen tipo mi viejo
que anda solo y esperando,
tiene la tristeza larga
de tanto venir andando.
Yo lo miro desde lejos,
pero somos tan distintos;
es que creció con el siglo
con tranvía y vino tinto.
Viejo mi querido viejo
ahora ya caminas lerdo;
como perdonando el viento
yo soy tu sangre mi viejo
soy tu silencio y tu tiempo.
El tiene los ojos buenos
y una figura pesada;
la edad se le vino encima
sin carnaval ni comparsa.
Yo tengo los años nuevos
y el hombre los años viejos;
el dolor lo lleva adentro
y tiene historia sin tiempo.
Viejo mi querido viejo,
ahora ya caminas lerdo
como perdonando al viento;
yo soy tu sangre mi viejo.
soy tu silencio y tu tiempo.
