My father.
My father and I used to eat icecream on Sundays as we read the weekly Calvin and Hobbes comic- even in the winter time when icecream was out of season. When I was in elementary he would let me pigtail his hair and leave stories about ponies left inside his financial reports.
He gave me Animal Farm in the first grade and took me to my first Black Sabbath concert when I was just in middle school. When he drove me up to Seattle for college, he got so pissed that the rented mini van wouldn'r drive as fast as the drum line. He taught me to question everything and to always stand my ground.
He always liked his blouses so stiff that most cleaners would be unwilling to do his shirts. He always kept his shoes on and never even owned a T-shirt until I was past college.
We rode horses together and ate dozens of nachos together. He was proud of his heritage and the role the Flores family played in Texas history. Even at his death, he still dreamed of being a cowboy.
He was a serious man who had a soft spot for large spoonfuls of peanut butter, flan, margarhitas, and naps in his backyard with the corgi. He had a secret hobby of collecting rocks and twigs like a squirrel.
A world wide adventurer who had been to over 50 countries and even stayed with cannibals- he was a man of unusual mystery who instilled in me a deep passion for literature, art, and exploration.
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Leave a tributeMarion, I was happy to hear how well you three spent Nash's last year.
xxx
Please know, even at this late date, you are in my thoughts and prayers.
It is with a heavy heart that I write this. I was absolutely shocked when I received your card today. I so wish that I had known earlier that Nash had been ill and could have said good-bye. It sounds as if the both of you had quality time with him as his illness progressed. The pictures you shared on the website show a man so very happy with life, his wife and his daughter (and corgi). I know that he received many tributes from the community, his alma mater and his charitable endeavors, but surely his greatest pride was his family. For you the sadness and grief will leave an unrepairable hole in your heart. But you will keep Nash in loving memories and survive as you know he would want you to. It was an honor to have been in your wedding party so long ago and see that the love you pledged then magnified over the years. Many prayers to you as you grieve and find new strength. I hope to see you for the 50th to give you the hugs you need from the past. Love Ann
To quote a note, "Nash was one of the good guys". He was a terrific partner and we always said we would love each other "to the sky". We did, and I do.
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Marion, I was happy to hear how well you three spent Nash's last year.
xxx