The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home » The Empty Closet Left to right: Christopher and Nico clowning around November 20th, 2013 I was on my knees in my wife’s closet, staring at the mess that was laid before me. Clothes upon clothes were hanging on different varieties of hangers. I laughed when I thought about how this space is the United Nations of hangers. I was finally cleaning out Mimie’s closet after more than a year since her death. I found comfort in her clothes being stored in our bedroom while I was trying to accept the fact that she was gone forever. Maybe the clothes in the closet gave me hope that all this despair was a dream. Well, I have accepted the fact I have to clean the closest. I still don’t think I’ve embraced that she is gone. Even though no one had opened the closet door and gone inside for some time, the stale air didn’t taint her clothing. All the contents inside the room still smelled like her essence. Every breath of oxygen I inhaled from inside this dark cave...

You are here: Home » The Pumpkin Gourd Left to right: Nico Sugar, Christopher pumping carving October 21st, 2013 We carved the pumpkin for a Halloween fright, but little did we know that the jack-o-lantern would wake up in the wee hours of the night. It must have been the spookiness of the evening sky filled with dread and despair from all the trick-or-treaters lurking out in the night. They filled their bags with lots of yummy candy and shrieked with delight from all the scary getups they witnessed. Just outside my front door was a house light, that was lit. The light was a beacon, a signal to the freakish ghouls and happy children that candy was to be had. The kids would come up, knock on the door, ring the doorbell, and request a treat while showing their grotesque disguise. As I placed the candy in their bags, I'd look ever so closely and examine their costume to see if I knew who the little boy or girl was. But they were so well covered, and their attire was freakis...

You are here: Home » Top Guns Left to right: Christopher and Nico in an observation bubble at a science museum.  October 23rd, 2013 Like 2 fighter jets, my sons excel in their speed while intertwining themselves in their mad dash to nowhere: they’re ready for a  dogfight . I have no idea why they view all the flat areas we encounter on foot or when we get out of the car, like takeoff and landing strips. And boy, do I wish I had the  afterburners  to keep up with their  bat-turns  and not be such a  Gomer. I chase them down with all my might, exerting all the energy I have with one powerful  thrust ; however, it’s like they already planned their fighter pilot moves by zigzagging into 2 different directions, causing me to choose which path to take and which one of the  bogeys  I should keep in my sights. Since I lack an excellent  wingman  to help me on this mission, I’m on a sortie of my own. When did I become the...

You are here: Home » Finding Myself Left to right: Christopher, Captain Imperfecto and Nico Fantasyland Magic Kingdon October 12, 2013 I’m trying to gather myself together out of the pieces of me that have broken when my wife died. My rebuilding isn’t an easy process since the pieces of me are no longer shards but tiny mashed pieces that are entwined, with the loss of my twins. The crashing of these 2 worlds has created an even bigger mess of mass emotions that has brought my soul into torment. But I’m sorting it all out the best I can as I rebuild my life from those unspeakable losses of the past 6 years. I didn’t know what it took to make myself happy after all those failed years because it seems as if I blocked out the pain and became numb to the heartache and heartbreak. Hell, did I ever know what it took to be happy in my lifetime? Have I walked through my life being a miserable human being all this time? I say no. I have always showed happiness on the exterior. I g...

You are here: Home »Adversity Fron: Christopher rear: Nico goofing around October 2nd, 2013 Sometimes, you must push yourself forward when facing adversity threatening your way of life because time isn't fulfilling its job by healing everything. No one cares more than you when times are wrong because, deep down, friends, family, and people are just happy they aren't living in your situation. So, you better start pushing through your adversity. Why am I going through this? What the hell did I do to deserve this shit in my life. This isn't fair. I just want to be expected, not the strong one. Now, I'm not being pessimistic about the human spirit. People are at their best when disasters strike, like natural disasters or acts of violence threatening our way of life. In times such as those, you will find people who will go above and beyond in harsh conditions, utilizing their training and skills to help those who are unfortunately affected by such...

You are here: Home »Highway of Dreams Left to right: Christopher and Nico at a train museum  September 25th, 2013 When I drive my car on the highway, I like to get lost in my thoughts, while zoning out the cartoons that I can hear playing on my sons in-car DVD player. When I block out the sounds of cartoon characters, it becomes me and just the open road. I’m aware of the traffic around me at all times and I like to wonder what’s going on in those cars that pass my charcoal gray mini-van. I look to my left, out my closed drivers window, as a red car goes speeding by. The white guy, alone in his car, passes me as if my speed of 70 miles per hour spped is practically standing still. I get enough glance of him to see his white long sleeve dress shirt and that he was wearing a tie that I could not make out the color of. He seemed to be in a rush, but where? We were on a long stretch of highway with no exit insight. There were no major cities where we were head...

You are here: Home » Train Yard Left to right: Christopher and Nico inside an old train car. September 18th, 2013 We've been taking train adventures lately ever since my kids became obsessed with the long steal machines. My boys are in awe of the towering engines that pull the carts. When we stand to the side and watch them pass my boys wave feverishly at the train engineer hoping that the man who's driving the train will see them and activate the engines loud ear-piercing horn. The boys are eager to see the train and attentively sit up in their car seats with their eye's set on the tracks hoping that a rail car will come their way. When that steal machine doesn't roll through, they look to me as if I can magically it to appear right before their very eyes. However, their dad can't make that kind of magic happen. Since I can't bring the train to them. I bring the train to them. Down in Miami there's a train yard where old trains get a second chance...