Because every holiday whether it be Thanksgiving or Christmas, I think about visiting you. Just to see you or to be around you. But I never understand why I never get the courage to actually go. I can’t explain why — I guess it’s a touchy situation that leaves me numb. Its still hard for me, because it’s something that I know I wouldn’t take lightly, I don’t know how I would react or what I would do. I think about visitin you, alot. And though I know you’re still watchin over me, I’m content with knowing that regardless, you’re always still with me and guiding me to where I should be and need to be. Grandma’s happy and the family is doing great, but it woulda been better if you were still here to hold and embrace us. I love you and I miss you grandpa, Merry Christmas.

[RIP FAUSTINO SORIANO.]