I saw pictures of my Tony and Nick. It's so hard to believe that they're so grown up. The last time I saw them, they were 4 and 7. When Ernie died, their mother packed up and moved. At Ernie's funeral, Tony was playing with his toy car on the pews and he looked up at me and he asked me, "is daddy coming back?"
I didn't know what to tell him. I couldn't tell a three year old that his father is dead and not coming back. He went up to the Ernie's casket with his car and said "daddy wake up, it's time to go home." He probably doesn't remember a thing about his father, let alone me, Becky, Jimmy, and Luis. I remember on his fourth birthday party my family took a picture. It was Papaneto, Tia Gladys, Tia Lita, Luis, Jimmy, Martha, Dad, Me, Becky, Nilsa, and Ana. It's amazing how time flies. After Ernie died we constantly had a Sherriff outside the house watching it. Nothing ever happened after that but Ernie was betrayed. He didn't deserve to get shot, he didn't deserve to be murdered but then again who does?