Five years ago on March 1st 2004 I lost the most influential person in my life, I lost my hero, I lost my dad.
They say everything happens for a reason. I think they are right (who ever "they" are) losing my dad was very painful, and very hard to accept. But now I see his passing as a blessing. Growing up he was the kind of dad that could do anything. He was strong, he was funny, he was mean, he was nice, he was talkative, he was observant, he was the man. So it was hard to see him sick. He couldn't take being sick too long. He broke his neck many years before and instead of living off the disability he decided to get to work. That's the kind of person he was.
If my dad hadn't passed away I don't know that there would be a Deadend Magazine, I don't know that I would live in Salinas, I don't know that I would be the person I am today. Even though my dad has been gone for a little over a five years I think about him everyday.
Feliz Cupleanos Don Juan "El Bonito", we miss you!