I posted a blog a while back that talked about as I get older the memories I have from my child hood seem to fade, at least the ones not constantly brought up in family get-togethers or such. It is sad really, because even what I remember, I am not sure I can say I remember correctly. Anyway...here is one of very few pictures of me and my real father, Robert Abeyta Hipol. I am not sure when exactly it was taken, but my mom agreed to let me have it.
Now, I remember looking at this picture for the first time and thinking, he seems like he likes me. I mean, he was compelled to take a picture with me. Then I thought, what was he thinking when he took this picture. I was still a toddler, and at that point in my life he was still around, what happened.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words...but that isn't true, sometimes it just leaves you with a thousand questions.
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It's hard to understand how anyone could leave their child. All you can take from it is that it had everything to do with him, and nothing to do with you.