A conversation recorded three years ago today, in which I say something that is incredibly difficult for my family members to say to one another. Some of it is in Spanish, most of which is indecipherable to me.
JP: I want to say something.
PM: Okay.
JP: This is a bit different, and might be a little hard sometimes. I… It’s not easy for me to say to my family… that I love you and I’m very happy to have you in my life.
JP: I know that we’ve been separated more than we’ve been together but it’s, you know… the past is past, and I have learned many things from you. I’m thankful that in these later years of mine and yours that we have reconnected. Poco a poco we get to be together a little bit, and we get to have fun. You have shown me your world and I have shown you mine.
PM: Yeah.
JP: I’m very happy to have you as a father, so…
PM: You couldn’t do much about it!
JP: No, I’ve had no control over that….
PM: What’s the question?
JP: It’s simply a statement. I’m gonna refute that for a moment. While I cannot choose my father, I can choose whether or how to interact with my father. I know people who have turned away from their families.
JP: I’m glad that we have this connection. The things I’ve learned, some of the things that I’ve discovered that I have naturally are a part of you–and also a part of John–the play with words, the appreciation for art… you know? I’m very, very lucky.
Ivonne: [speaking in Spanish, then…] You can’t choose the father, you can choose to prefer you like to develop for yourself. [More Spanish.]
PM: She’s doing it again!
IM: [More Spanish]
PM: Tu puedes, pero no quieres.
IM: [More Spanish]
JP: Do you have any translations I need to add for now?
PM: From that?
JP: Or earlier? Just curious whether there’s something I need to capture now or can wait until later when I have better Spanish skills.
PM: She’s saying that you and I have matured to the point where we can make contact that would have been difficult at certain times. That’s the sum of it.
JP: Muy bien.
PM: [More Spanish]
I’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.