Original post (in Spanish): https://www.instagram.com/p/Db8MYnQjYsC/ Dad, I still can’t believe you’re gone. I can’t process it—or rather, I don’t want to. It’s so hard for me to imagine that I’m never going to see you again, that we’re never going to talk again. I know you were suffering and that this is for the best, but you left far too soon. We still had so much left to enjoy together. You kept asking me to play in one last World Cup, and just days before it started was when you took a turn for the worse. It was the first time you weren’t going to be at a tournament, but Mom kept telling me that you were going to get better, that you’d be well enough to travel. I told you we were going to make it to the final so you’d have time to travel. Every time a match ended, I waited for and missed your message. That’s when I realized just how serious the situation really was. Even so, I couldn’t stop thinking about going as far as possible, to give you more time so you could come and watch a match. We made it to the final, but you couldn’t be there. I wanted to win it so I could bring the trophy back to you and show you a new one. I couldn’t. My legs just couldn’t give me any more. This time I tried to push beyond what my body could handle, but I couldn’t. I never managed to feel right. When I got back, you thought we had lost the final on penalties. We never got to talk about everything that had happened. You weren’t able to enjoy any of it. We didn’t become champions, but you have no idea how much we enjoyed every match. Once again, you were right: I had to be there and play in it. I’m telling you this because it was the only thing we never got to talk about, because you already know everything else. We talked every day and saw each other whenever my commitments allowed. I don’t know what I’m going to do without you. I don’t know how to keep going. All I ever did was play football, and now I have serious doubts about whether I’ll keep doing it for much longer. You were by my side from the very beginning; there was so little left until the end. Why couldn’t you hold on just a little longer so we could finish it together? I know that what made you happy was seeing your family doing well—your wife, your children—and above all, without anyone else knowing, watching me play… 😉 It had always been that way, ever since I was little. You took me to every training session as soon as you got home from work. Mom took me to many of them because you were working. Of course, you never missed a single match. How you suffered watching me, and how much you enjoyed it, even though you never gave me much praise. You were my dad, my friend, and my agent. You were always the person you needed to be in every moment, and you were never wrong about anything. Despite the occasional arguments or fights, you were always right. In the end, things always turned out the way you said they would. I’m going to miss you so much, but you’ll always be with me, especially in the way I raise my children, because I teach and raise them the way you and Mom raised me. Rest in peace, and keep watching over us from above the way you did down here. Thank you for everything. I love you, Dad. ❤️   submitted by   /u/101008 [link]   [comments]