Dad

I've been thinking about my dad quite a bit lately? Don't know what prompted the thoughts, but I'm glad they're here. My dad was a very handsome, smart, loving man. I know he raised a lot of hell throughout his [our] life, but I can sincerely tell you that one thing he did constantly, forever, and naturally, was.. love my mom.

I remember for my dads funeral, there were all walks of life.. from family, friends, congressmen, senators to gang members. It was then that I realized how many lives my dad has touched. I'll never forget when some young hispanic males were walking into the church, they removed their scarves/bandana's to offer respect. Come to find out my dad had them money or fixed their bikes when they were young, and they never forgot "Mr. Gallegos." I remember one man who used to hang out at our Favorite bar, he was always alone, dirty & drunk, and I seriously thought he was a street person, however here he was at my dads funeral, dressed in a suit, sober and grieving for my dad. All because my dad had helped him in the past.

I have tons of stories, both good and bad, but all in all I just want to thank my dad. Thank him for teaching us to stand up for what is right, not to back down to anyone. I've used my dad's teaching and ways throughout my life, and people are amazed I know so much with no true education. I always say.. "my dad used to say:::"

I love you dad, thanks for everything :o)