I'm Linda or Dayana, however you know me. This is the hardest thing I've ever had to say: my dad passed away. Those who knew him knew he was sick, and man, he tried! He tried really hard to stay with us! I went to the hospital multiple times; he had his leg amputated! He was in a facility for like 6 months! I know, I know he was tired, but he kept fighting until he lost that battle.

I've never asked anyone for help; I can take a big guess who I got that from, but I need your help. Whatever you have to spare will help me, and I will appreciate it. I was his only child, so this is extremely difficult for me. I was heartbroken to tell my kids their 'Aguito' won't be coming back. Somehow, we will make it through, and I'm fortunate enough to have family behind me and people who care for us that will help us along the way. Thank you in advance

My dad’s last day:

After going through hospitalizations, almost dying multiple times already,after his leg got amputated. Saturday January 24th 2026 on the morning of my son’s 15th birthday party my dad woke up at 2AM to go to his dialysis. He got picked up. At 8 30ish 9 he came back and I wheeled him into his room. I asked him if he drank his medicine he said “not yet I haven’t ate” I told him he has to eat “he said he wasn’t too hungry” I checked his sugar. He was fine. I told him I would make him a smoothie so he can have something in his stomach to take his medicine. He said ok. I made the smoothie and told him to drink it and after take his medicine, he agreed, I told him I would come back and check he agreed. I went back to continue the preparation for my son’s party. At 1245ish I went back to check on him and I saw the empty cup of smoothie in the trash with the straw he has asked for. I said “you drank your smoothie?” He responded “aha” I asked “did you drink your medicine? “ he said “yea” I thought to myself ok he better! And I’ll let him sleep. At around 220 something my mom got to the party and brought stuff for my dad (as she always did) said she would take it to him. She went to his room. Moments later she comes in a panic telling us he’s not responding to her. My husband and I quickly sprint to his room. He’s unresponsive. We call 911 and my husband starts doing compressions as guided by the operator. I’m panicking in this moment and loosing my shit. Paramedics arrive and do everything that they possibly can. They start putting him in the ambulance and tell us where they are taking him. My kids hear my screams and don’t understand what’s happening. I have to leave my sons birthday celebration. My sister in laws are so amazing they stay and make sure my kids and my kids friends who they have invited to my sons birthday have food and a good time. We head to the hospital. They had us waiting in the main lobby. Said a doctor would come talk to us. The doctor arrives he asks what happened this morning. I tell him. I barely hear the words coming out of his mouth. “He came to us and he had no pulse. We did everything we could but he died” I loose my shit!!! And In my devastation I try to run outside because I can feel my screams trying to burst out and still wanting to be respectful to the people in the main lobby. But I don’t make it. I made it to the double doors and I collapsed. Getting flashbacks of my dad. I’m completely distraught. My amazing husband with me through out this whole thing trying to be there for me. Trying to console me. I somehow make it to a private area where I continue to sob. When I catch my breath I tell them I want to see my dad. They tell me they are waiting for a coroner. In my devastation and heart break my son calls me asking if they should wait for us to “cut the cake?” As I have a knot in my mouth and my heart is broken. They face time me so we can sing to my son happy birthday. I think the kids thought my dad was going to the hospital “again” as he had gone multiple times. I notify my grandma and she’s devastated. I finally see my dad. I go in and he looks like he’s sleeping. I can’t fathom to think this is the last time I’m going to see him. I can’t fathom think that he's never going to call me “Nanita” again. I touch his face,his hands try to memorize what being in the presence of my dad feels like. It’s time to say bye. We head home. My kids still have friends over who are staying over. My kids come out when they hear I’m back. I have to swallow my knot and push my broken heart deep down because I didn’t want to ruin their night. I can’t tell them with their friends there! There’s no way. I have to somehow pretend like I didn’t just say good bye to my dad forever. It’s not until the next day that the friends are gone. There’s kids have ate that I tell them the news. Breaking my heart even further as my youngest 2 cry for their “Aguito” and watching my oldest (who is my mirror when it come to feelings) and is silent, tears down his cheeks serious as can be. He said he didn’t want to talk about it. They all give me a hug. The next day as I pick up my oldest he gets in the car gives me a hug. As I try not too burst out in tears! Holding it in! He asks me “are you better?” I said “yes baby I’m a little better” he gives a smiles and says “ok good, I’m better too” I have bursts of sadness when I’m alone. Bursts of sadness when I’m not alone but we are all trying to get through it so far all the love and support I have received thus far has been so heart warming to me