My Godfather is coming! (Make happy dance)
I so much love him. He call just know and ask me if he can drop to dinner. Yipeee! I haven`t seen him since my grandma funeral on february.
He is sort of permanent imagen in my life. My Dad's little brother (Not so little) I always admired him a lot. I think I had some kind of Oedipus complex with him.
He is a priest, I has received all the sacraments from him.
My earlier memories of him, is visiting me in his motorcicle.
He organized all the catholic church help to dictatorship victims. He was very committed with Human Rights. I remember picking pamphlets at the streets with his face on it, they say "Murder to the comunist priest". He was threathened lot of times.
It was my childhood hero. I think that my decision to study theology was very influence by him.
I remember being eigth or ten, and asking him, as if it were a gross word, what the theology of liberation was.
I remeber my first comunion, I was schoolmate of Pinochet's grandson, he didn't go to his grandson mas because my godparent was the priest in charge.
I remember being fifteen and being at my granny house the day two of his friends were kidnapped, they appeared without head a few weeks later.
I remember him pleading my parents for permission to left to Winters Works, in poor neightborhoods, my parents afraid of the political consecuences.
I remember people asking me with joy or hate in the eyes if I was related to him.
I remember him been elect, for his embarrasment, the one of the handsome chilean in a fashion magazine.
I remember him asking me if I want to be a nun (Je, je...I has just met hubby, and my NO is still echoing)
I remember him marrying me, baptized my kids.
Well, I love him
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