When I was in Elementary school my mother dated am old divorced Latino guy. He treated me like a son, and he was the only father I ever knew. She dumped him and ran off with a younger man when he got to sick to work before he died of liver failure. I remember his nieces and nephews playing as they lowered him into the ground. That weekend I had a dream that he visited me in my dream to say goodbye and to tell me he believes in me and that he loves me before driving his beat up old rusty pick up truck towards the clouds and into heaven. Sometimes I see things that remind me of him and I cry. The Adventure Time episode "Simon and Marcy" or the Modest Mouse music video tor "The Ocean Breathes Salty". Now that I am older and a father myself I think of him from time to time. I want to talk to him again. I want to thank him. I wish I was older when he went. I wish my son could have met him.