A Person Never to beForgotten

,There is a special person who has always been by my side and whom I had never given the due importance until later in my life. Many were his sacrifices for me and the people who surrounded him.
While still a child, I found many points in common with this person. We both liked challenges with numbers and enjoyed asking each other to try to solve puzzles mentally. We also liked to hike up a hill near my home and have simple picnics with sandwiches we took in our basket. Other times, we would ride our bikes for long hours while we waited for lunch to be ready. Not to forget the calm relaxing music we both used to enjoy listening to during our lunch time.
Nonetheless, as I grew up, it seemed that my discovery of the world drove us appart. (Or that is what I thought, then) I questioned the way things were, and he tried to convice me that this was how they had always been and there was no need for change. Our tastes in music became oppositely distant in such a way that we rarely sat to listen to any piece together. He constantly tried to change my style of clothes, as I constantly tried to ignore his pieces of advice. In fact, this person went from hero to counterpart in a 10-year period, when I went from childhood to teenage.
I had built my own political ideas, which of course, he could agree less with and let alone know that I was participating in any discussion of the type at the university. Notwithstanding, he was there, at a distance, keeping an eye on what I was doing.
Time then came to get married and move out of my safe home and country. Although he did not agree with my option, he was there to support me in my decision. And I was too busy planning my future life to notice his silent dedication.
It was only years later, when I had children of my own, that I could understand my great friend, my father and all he had done for me. When my first child was born, he came to visit me, we rediscovered again all we had in common and how much we enjoyed each other's company. We had night-long conversations about everything, life, future, happiness, love, politics and we even found solutions for the world.
Finally, the time had come to turn him back into my hero again. This time more mature and real than he had been when I was a child. That is my father, Carlos and Carlitos for his grandchildren, a great person and model for me, my sisters and all his grandchildren.