So yeah, it’s father’s day today. I just want to say I love you dad and I think God for everything you’ve taught/gave/did for me. I really appreciate it. I wish you were living with me so I can could give you a big hug. But it’s okay.
So here’s the story:
I was born in Bronx, New York where my dad happily delivered me. Lol. 2 months later, we moved to Sunnyvale, California, where I spent a good 3 or 4 years. Those years were really good. My dad and I always spent time together. When I was 5, my family moved to Brentwood, California. This small, quaint city ended up to have a big impact on me. When were living there, it wasn’t smooth sailing. My dad and mom would seem to always get into fights everyday or every month. The reason why is because he used to do drugs. Everytime they would fight, it would make my brother and I sad. My brother and I were barely even 13 and he would make us talk to our mother for him, sorta like a messenger. He would always sleep in a different room. On top of all the fighting, my dad got layed-off from his work at Toyota. My dad ended up not doing anything around the house and that led to more fighting and arguing. I even remember the cops coming to my house because my mom allegedly “hit” my dad. It all took a toll on me. All the arguing eventually led up to my mom filing for divorce. He signed it without holding back. I never knew why till last Friday. But anyways, After filing for divorce we moved out of the house that we were all living in. I never got to say bye to my dad till a couple weeks later. It really broke my heart. My dad was living in the house we lived in without any food and barely any clothes. I’m surprised he survived. After a year or so, my mom ended up finding a significant other and he lived in Vegas. My mom tried to convince me to move there but I stood my ground for as long as I can because my dad would always text me saying, “Son, I’m going to leave forever now.” Or something along those lines, meaning he was going to kill himself because he couldn’t handle living on his own, without his own children. Eventually, I gave in to moving to Vegas and we left and again, I didn’t get a chance to say bye to my father. A school year passed without talking to my dad and the summer of ‘10 my brother and I went back to Brentwood for vacation. I rejoiced with my father again. when summer came to an end, I had to go back to Vegas. My dad had a crazy idea of going with us to Vegas, my brother and I were skeptical but we let him ride with us. When we got back to Vegas we dropped him off at a friend’s place and went back home. The first couple of weeks were hard for him, he got robbed, couldn’t find food and he lived homeless. After all that hardship, he looked up to God, to lead him in the right direction, for him to live a better life. After almost a year now of trial, error and prayers he finally is living a good life now. I met with him last on Wednesday and I was glad to hear him say, “I’m finally happy now.” I really wanted to break down into tears of joy because of what he said. He also told me why he signed the divorce papers without holding back. He said it was for the better, so that my brother and I could live a better life with my mom because us living in almost bankruptcy with my dad was not a good choice. I truly appreciate my dad for doing that. He’s glad to see that my brother and i have grown into men by ourselves, without a rolemodel there but it’s okay. If a guy can be homeless for months and make it back to the top, I can truly call him a role model. I love my dad, Noel Bernardo.