My Dad died one year ago today. He was 91 years old. It was my honor to spend his last night on earth by his side.
He was born in rural Cuba in 1926. He once said: "You'd never last day in my village." The oldest of 12, he was only 5 when he started working on his family's farm. He didn't go to school until he was 9.
He had to leave home to get an education. At the age of 9.
Can you imagine?
Can you imagine?
After finishing med school, he immigrated to St Louis in 1954. All he had was his beautiful young wife (that's her standing next to him in this photo), a cardboard suitcase, and a borrowed $150.
He treated everyone kindly (until they gave him a reason not to).
He never held a grudge. He had an irreverent self-deprecating sense of humor & a hell of a work ethic.
He also truly lived in the present moment.
He never held a grudge. He had an irreverent self-deprecating sense of humor & a hell of a work ethic.
He also truly lived in the present moment.
He wasn't politically correct, but he was always personally kind.
He always made time to talk to people and help in any way he could. He gave us the kind of security & home base every child should have.
He always made time to talk to people and help in any way he could. He gave us the kind of security & home base every child should have.
Dad would have really loved hearing about some of the innovators in this corner of twitter; he'd probably have questions for a lot of you.
He would have especially appreciated the
- self-reliance
- curiousity
- travel stories
- the unabashed expression
Basically: the love for freedom
- self-reliance
- curiousity
- travel stories
- the unabashed expression
Basically: the love for freedom
If you followed this thread; thanks for letting me tell his story as I remember him today.
Here he is on his 90th Birthday.
Gregorio Sierra 1926-2018
Here he is on his 90th Birthday.
Gregorio Sierra 1926-2018
