Sorry I been away all this time. Hope you guys are all doing great.
I could go into a whole big spill about life and work and things being hectic, but I'll spare you all the agony of reading it and get straight down to the nitty gritty.
At 1215am, April 11, 2008, I lost a good man.
He taught me everything I know...everything from being a good man to being a good father. He helped me with my son...in fact, if it hadn't been for him, there would be no way that I would have been able to get the Busa up and running as quickly as I did.
Without him, I would be just another lost soul...another detriment to society. He stood by us...not a single complaint, always devoted and always patient. Always ready to show me that you can't just force things to happen, but that you needed to be patient and work through it.
A patient man...beyond measure. For 28 years he sacrificed his life for me...and raised me like his own son. Like I mentioned earlier, there was nary a word of complaint...I was not his blood son, but he sacrificed and devoted his life to me like I was.
He was a father...in every sense of the word. To him, I am nothing...just a poor example of all he taught me and a perfect example of a wayward son. He kept on loving me, though...and kept on trying to teach me. It's a damn shame that I only realized it just a couple of years before the Big Man upstairs decided to call him home. Funny how life works out like that sometimes.
I took him for granted and never really realized that all along, he WAS my father. In everything I did, he was there. Through every trial and every lonesome time, he was there. He was every bit a father to me as my biological father was...and perhaps even more.
He was suffering for the last couple of months...and yet through it all he only said that it was God's way of giving him graces to prepare him for Heaven. And not once in that entire time did he ever lash out at us.
It tore me up to see him the way he was. And it hurt like nothing I've ever known to see him slowly deteriorate and slowly make his journey home. I've never cried like this in my life.
He's gone now...he's in a better place with no suffering. I know I should be happy, and in a way I am. But a really big part of me wants to be selfish and wants to bring him back. I wanted my son to grow up with him...to know where I came from and who taught me about being a man and about being a father. He never spoke much, but led by example in everything he did.
Dad...I'm sorry I wasn't there for you more. And I'm sorry I wasn't there when you left. I hope you'll forgive me for all that I did to you...and for all the times I hurt you. Please just know that I love you...and that I'll miss you. I've lost one of the brightest lights of my life...and it will never be the same. I love you...
Be at peace, Dad...and if you could, please look in on me from time to time. Help me to be the example to my son that you'd like me to be...hopefully when we meet up again you can clap me on the back and tell me you're proud of me. Be with me in my life...and pray for me at the time of my death.
David Rosario Mafnas...thank you for all you've done for me and my family. Thank you for all you've done for your family. I love you...and I'll miss you.
Rest in Peace, Dad...please know that your family loves you and misses you.
Please know that I love you...and that I miss you. I'll be waiting to be able to see you again.
I love you...
I'm sorry for the long read, folks...just felt like I had to let you all know just who I was talking about. The only thing I'm asking for is that if you would be so kind, please remember my family in your prayers...most especially my father. I pray that he's in a better place now...and that there is no more pain or suffering. Please also remember my mother...this is especially hard for her as this is her second time losing a husband. My father was a good man...an awesome father and a perfect provider. I can only hope that someday I can be half the same to my son...
If you want to do anything, please just remember him and my family in your prayers...that's all I ask. And please pray that this thick-headed son of his finally gets around to getting his act together and starts acting more like his father did. Lord knows I could sure use the prayers.
Thanks for listening to me and letting me vent...and I'm sorry for not being around more. Forgive me for the that.
paul
I could go into a whole big spill about life and work and things being hectic, but I'll spare you all the agony of reading it and get straight down to the nitty gritty.
At 1215am, April 11, 2008, I lost a good man.
He taught me everything I know...everything from being a good man to being a good father. He helped me with my son...in fact, if it hadn't been for him, there would be no way that I would have been able to get the Busa up and running as quickly as I did.
Without him, I would be just another lost soul...another detriment to society. He stood by us...not a single complaint, always devoted and always patient. Always ready to show me that you can't just force things to happen, but that you needed to be patient and work through it.
A patient man...beyond measure. For 28 years he sacrificed his life for me...and raised me like his own son. Like I mentioned earlier, there was nary a word of complaint...I was not his blood son, but he sacrificed and devoted his life to me like I was.
He was a father...in every sense of the word. To him, I am nothing...just a poor example of all he taught me and a perfect example of a wayward son. He kept on loving me, though...and kept on trying to teach me. It's a damn shame that I only realized it just a couple of years before the Big Man upstairs decided to call him home. Funny how life works out like that sometimes.
I took him for granted and never really realized that all along, he WAS my father. In everything I did, he was there. Through every trial and every lonesome time, he was there. He was every bit a father to me as my biological father was...and perhaps even more.
He was suffering for the last couple of months...and yet through it all he only said that it was God's way of giving him graces to prepare him for Heaven. And not once in that entire time did he ever lash out at us.
It tore me up to see him the way he was. And it hurt like nothing I've ever known to see him slowly deteriorate and slowly make his journey home. I've never cried like this in my life.
He's gone now...he's in a better place with no suffering. I know I should be happy, and in a way I am. But a really big part of me wants to be selfish and wants to bring him back. I wanted my son to grow up with him...to know where I came from and who taught me about being a man and about being a father. He never spoke much, but led by example in everything he did.
Dad...I'm sorry I wasn't there for you more. And I'm sorry I wasn't there when you left. I hope you'll forgive me for all that I did to you...and for all the times I hurt you. Please just know that I love you...and that I'll miss you. I've lost one of the brightest lights of my life...and it will never be the same. I love you...
Be at peace, Dad...and if you could, please look in on me from time to time. Help me to be the example to my son that you'd like me to be...hopefully when we meet up again you can clap me on the back and tell me you're proud of me. Be with me in my life...and pray for me at the time of my death.
David Rosario Mafnas...thank you for all you've done for me and my family. Thank you for all you've done for your family. I love you...and I'll miss you.
Rest in Peace, Dad...please know that your family loves you and misses you.
Please know that I love you...and that I miss you. I'll be waiting to be able to see you again.
I love you...
I'm sorry for the long read, folks...just felt like I had to let you all know just who I was talking about. The only thing I'm asking for is that if you would be so kind, please remember my family in your prayers...most especially my father. I pray that he's in a better place now...and that there is no more pain or suffering. Please also remember my mother...this is especially hard for her as this is her second time losing a husband. My father was a good man...an awesome father and a perfect provider. I can only hope that someday I can be half the same to my son...
If you want to do anything, please just remember him and my family in your prayers...that's all I ask. And please pray that this thick-headed son of his finally gets around to getting his act together and starts acting more like his father did. Lord knows I could sure use the prayers.
Thanks for listening to me and letting me vent...and I'm sorry for not being around more. Forgive me for the that.
paul