But that's not what made me cry. I thought about my dad, who died only a couple of weeks before his 56th birthday from a brain tumor.
When I was in college, he recorded a Donna Summer concert for me, and I always thought how sweet of him. He was a tough man and had a hard life, but he did his best to give his kids a good life and was a hard worker. I will always love him for that.
I remember how hard it was for him to show his tender emotions and when he did, it always broke me down. I can't imagine what it was like for him, growing up in Puerto Rico, moving from home to home with people who didn't treat him well after his parents died when he was so young. Breaks my heart to even think about it.
Not too long ago, I saw a picture of him at age 5, dressed in cute little man clothes, and my sister reminded me that he used to work in the sugar cane fields and sometimes didn't get to eat until he was done working because he had a mean stepfather at that point in his life.
Would I have been more understanding had I known these things when I was younger?
Maybe... but either way, I'm grateful. I have a good life, I've never had to go hungry, and I had parents who loved me and did the best they could.
AND all that came flooding back to me today, on a rainy day, thinking about leaving cake out in the rain... go figure...
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