We had no long conversations, no recalled stories from his youth or experiences that might have provided me with guidance, no deep heart-to-hearts about the life lessons he learned, his dreams, his aspirations. All I knew about him was acquired second-hand from my mother or observed from our mostly non-verbal interactions.
Ernio, I think this is most of us men. All my stories have been second-hand too through my mom. Like you I’m super close with my dad (he’s still alive), but language barrier or not, this seems to be the case for many, and now that you and I are both fathers we wonder “what will we do differently? What will we screw up?”
Second, like you I used to be fluent in Spanish, then I stopped. I can still write and understand almost at a native level, but speaking and conjugation makes me super nervous and I stumble around, so I usually say nothing or respond in English because I feel embarrassed. Thanks for a great read brother!