my rockangel grandfather rafael

this beautiful man sought after a pure virgin. they were filled with fiery love, it made the angels sing. he bestowed her kisses and whispers. a dance of love was created every night the virgin snuck out of her father's house in the quietness of dusk. in the midst of their love, he's swept away to war. a war with his country- his red land, their red earth. the virgin stayed and worked. worked with her firstborn, Angela Diaz-Rae. she put her skinny head down and went to work and studied every night. the call of his secondborn, Margarita Diaz-Gonzalez, placed him back at home. where she was suffering from loneliness in a house not her, for her brothers were killed and her father left for the ibis. she didn't know if her soul could pay the toll of His second leave to the war. a war with himself and his country now. his children left at home with their twisted headed grandmother and grandfather. the mother now at work, eating when she can, nursing her beloveds. the father came back to his garden and tended to his wife and flowers. Now Rafael Antonio Diaz and Ricardo Diaz were given life to his growing garden. Playing on the golden sand by the waters of the universe with his children. He played the role of mariachi singer, father, worker, husband, and cook. He knew it was time for his family to leave his blood. He left first to the land of opportunity, and his wife and kids in the back of a van following soon after. With baby Lupe Diaz in the hands of her children, they clutched one another for the biggest story of their lives: the migration.

this artistic man told me cuentos of his time in the Mexican military, and when he fell in love with my beautiful grandmother, his amor. his poetic wisdom followed from his alma to the front of my heart. it was as though God scripted his language and used Him as a mouthpiece for me to gain wisdom from. His imagery lights up my eye is awe of the many lives he lived. His love for me radiated through hemispheres, 600 miles away and his love was also felt.