Not a day goes by that I don't think of you.

My beautiful wife wrote this tonight. She misses her father very much.

Today marks the 6th month since my Dad has been gone.

Today marks the day of him leaving us way too soon.

Today marks another day of confusion and a lot of why's.

Today and everyday I think about him.

Today and everyday tears are shed and smiles are shared remembering him.

Today and every day I remind my baby girl of what a great man he was.

Today and every day I make it a point to allow his legacy to remain alive through me.

Today and every day I wish he was still here.

Today and every day I am blessed to have an angel watching over me and my family.

Today and every day I remember you Dad and miss you dearly.

No matter the time you will never be forgotten, and hold a special place in my heart.

Marissa's first steps on the Brooklyn Bridge.

Last weekend was a hell of a lot different than the prior weekend's snow storm and power outage we had to go through for three days. The weather actually got as high as 58 degrees at one point and it was beautiful outside. I decided that this would be a good time to go out and enjoy the weather because it wouldn’t last long. This would be a great day to go to the Brooklyn Bridge, I thought to myself. I knew Celia would definitely enjoy this since she is always home and is always up to see NY landmarks. Also, it would be a great opportunity to capture some pictures of my little princess. I’m always up for that.

It was a pretty easy trip, took about an hour, not a lot of traffic until you got to the actual bridge. I forgot just how much of a rush I get out of getting all the way up front in the left lane of the bridge heading to Brooklyn and then cutting a quick right across the middle lane into right lane in front of all those cars, I would say I must have passed at least 96 cars. The bad thing about that day was that it took about an hour and a half before I found a parking spot. We almost gave up and headed back home, but thank goodness we didn’t. My baby girl slept throughout most of the trip, so it was all good.

We got up on the bridge from the Brooklyn side and headed back to the Manhattan side. I have no idea why we even bothered bringing the stroller up with us because we didn’t use it for one second. I wanted Marissa to be out and about experiencing everything the scenery had to offer, even if she is too young. As soon as we got to the first tower I got my camera out to begin capturing Marissa’s visit to the bridge. Unfortunately, that day was the day my camera stopped working. I have no idea what the hell is wrong with it. I have to take it somewhere to get it fixed. Thank goodness for my back up camera which actually captured great shots? Marissa was so full of life up there; she took some of her first steps up on the bridge. I was really hoping she would somehow learn how to walk up there which would have been priceless. I guess that will happen in a few short weeks, she almost has it down. She looked so beautiful in her little Eskimo looking outfit that some foreigners asked if they could take a picture of her. How could I deny anyone of such beauty? Foreigners will ask anything, I don’t think I would have gotten that from an American, specially a New Yorker.

The funniest thing that happened up there involved a guy on roller blades and a couple of tourists. There is a white line on the floor that goes across the entire bridge that divides it in two, one half for pedestrians and the other half for bikers and rollerbladers. The biggest problem is for the tourists because they’re always wondering on the wrong half which in turn drives the bikers and rollerbladers mad crazy. So, Celia was capturing a video of Marissa and I and we see a guy on roller blades flying toward a couple of tourist girls which were in his way. The girls didn’t move out of his way and he began shouting, “YOU STUPID ASS! Stay on your side of the bridge.” It was so funny but unfortunately Celia had already turned the camera off and missed a priceless New York moment. I can’t wait to come back when Marissa is actually walking. I wish Lauren would have come with us, maybe next time.

Marissa's Ninth Month Check Up.

Yesterday I left work early around 1:20 in the afternoon to meet Lauren and Marissa for her 9 month check up. It was such perfect timing, as I was backing up to park at the Doctor’s parking lot Lauren was driving up getting there just in time for our 2:00 pm appointment. They saw us as soon as we walked in. The billing ladies made comments about how beautiful Marissa was with her pink bows and rosy cheeks. One of the ladies joked about Marissa being there for pictures since she looked so ready for them. If she only knew how many pictures I take of Marissa almost on the daily. I thought she would get shots today but she didn’t. Unfortunately, Marissa was not in the clear because she had blood work done. Pobrecita, my baby girl got poked around about four times until she finally drew blood. I held her legs between my knees and her left arm under my right arm while the Doctor and nurse worked on her right little arm. It hurt my heart when I saw Marissa crying. I felt a bit guilty because I was taking part in causing her pain. Lauren couldn’t even stand the sight so she sat behind me where she could not visually witness any of her pain. My goodness we are such wimps. I remember when I was a kid my parents would threaten me with the belt for me to stay still for shots. Sheeesh. Marissa weighed 20 pounds and was 30 inches tall. Anyways, Marissa was such a trooper because right after that she was feeling better and being a bit playful.

On the way home I told Lauren since it was such an early day for me, I was going to stop at the Barber’s and after that get my flat tired fixed. She then asked if I would follow her to the wine store and watch Marissa in the back seat while she bought a bottle for her and Celia. We got to the center’s parking lot and I then jumped into the back seat of the truck to hang out with Marissa while Lauren got out and headed to the wine store. As soon as Lauren closed the door I felt the car moving. I realized that Lauren never put the truck in park and had actually left it in reverse and Marissa and I were just rolling back. I freaked out, because we were headed to the cars parked behind us. I jumped out of the back door, ran to the front passenger door which I flung open and dove head first into the truck and hit the brake with my right hand. Marissa started crying because the truck jolted her suddenly after I stopped the truck. Lauren had witnessed all this happen and I believe she wanted to stop the truck by standing behind it and pushing it. I’m glad she didn’t get a chance to do that because she would definitely have gotten run over. Damn it, that was scary. I later thought to myself why didn't I just crawl from the back to the front and hit the brakes, what if the passenger's front door would have been locked. It’s crazy how you don't think about things in a rational way when you're in a state of panic. Lauren finally absorbed everything that had happened and became nervous that she had actually left the truck in reverse. She then said she didn’t feel like getting wine anymore and just wanted to go home. Marissa started crying again when Lauren got in the truck and I told Marissa not to worry because Mommy could drive better than she could park.

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