Rosa (35:02)
Yes, my dad was decapitated. And so she gets on the phone with his best friend, and they're talking, and he's giving her the details that he knows and whatnot. And then she calls the wife in Mexico, or the girlfriend, whatever you want to call her in Mexico, and she tells her all these details, and she's like, there's videos of it and whatnot. And it turns out that's not true. There was no video. There's no video of it. Well, then I'm sitting there, and I'm kind of like. Because my mom can speak fluently in Spanish, and she understands Spanish, and I understand Spanish, but you kind of have to, like, be in front of me to understand it. Like, I'm not gonna really understand it over the phone or anything like that, but if you were to sit in front of me, I would be able to understand you. So my mom's, like, having all this communication with these people, and I'm kind of, like, picking up on what they're saying, but not really, like, over the phone. And they're talking about, like, the videos, and then I hear something about an arm. And I was like, an arm? Like, what do you mean? Like an arm? And so they get off the phone after all this, and I'm like, like, tell me everything that they just Told you, like, off the bat. Like, I was like, tell me everything that they just told you. I want to know more. And she was like, okay, like, I'll tell you. So the story that I got from in the beginning was that he was kidnapped for nine days, and he was held in this warehouse. And they kidnapped him, they stuck him in this warehouse, and they killed him from there. And they chopped him up, up. They, like, cut off his arms, they cut off his legs, and then they decapitated him. And then they recorded the whole thing. Like, every single day was recorded and all of this. And then. So in that. In this. In the original story that I got, they also told. Or it was also said that the only reason that they figured out that my dad was dead was because the cartel had sent over the video to the Mexican police and sent coordinates of head. And so that's how they supposedly figured out that my dad had been killed, and that's how they found him. And some of that is true and some of it isn't. And that was the story that, like, I kind of told people for years, almost, like. Because I recently just figured out that half of that is not true, and half of it was, like, all a lie. And it was just really weird because most of it came from the wife. And I'm. This is not me bashing the wife, but this is kind of like. It was more so like a head tilt almost. It was kind of like, why are you lying about that kind of stuff? Like, you know, it just didn't make any sense. So the true story of it all is that he was kidnapped and he suffered blows to the abdomen and his liver filled with blood. And so he essentially died in that sense. But he didn't fully die until they decapitated him. They did cut him up. He was. He was found in six pieces. So both of his arms, both of his legs, his head and his app, like his whole torso. So he was. He was cut up. He was cut up into six pieces, and his head was in a cooler. And so like I said previously, they had always. He had always towed my. My family in Mexico to never, like, look for him because it was always like, it's dangerous, essentially, to look for people who would work for the cartel or in the cartel. So my aunts, I guess more time had passed, and one of the aunts had filed, like, I guess it's called a lawsuit there to the police about him being missing and how they couldn't find him or whatever. So nothing kind of happened from there. And then all of the ants ended up filing, so all of his sisters ended up filing, like, I guess, like a missing person, a lawsuit. And that's how they found him. So when they did get to identify him, and when they did find him, he was already at the morgue. They had already collected his body pieces, and they had to identify my dad from his head. I think my dad had a tattoo on his shoulder, and I think that was another way that they identified him. But I know for a fact they identified him by his head, and he was already at the morgue. They identify him. They have this funeral. So on set one, and then from there, it was kind of like everything happened fast. So I reach out to Rachel, and I more so Eloise. I more so reach out to Eloise. And I'm like, hey, did you. And this is the same day. So this is the same day that I figure out about everything. And so I'm, you know, talking to Eloise, and I'm like, hey, Eloise. Like, did you know this? And she's like, yeah, I already knew. And I was like, oh, how'd you already know? And my family in Mexico had already told them. And I was just like, y'all are. This is strange. Like I said, like, everybody had known this before me. Like, I was. And even Eloise and Rachel had known this. And it's just like, why does everybody know this but me? Like, I felt very secluded, like I said. And so I reach out to them, and then I reach out to my brother. I talked to my brother for a few days, and then, like, a week later, my brother's in Canada, and I'm like, wait. And my brother and my dad share the same exact name, and from first, middle, and both middle or both in lab, both last names. Like, they share the same exact name, and they look just alike. And I'm like, oh, my gosh. Odd. So I asked him. I'm like, did you flee to Canada because of this? And he was like, yeah. Like, he got an emergency work visa and got to go to Canada because my dad was killed. I will say everybody else in the family stayed in Mexico. They all stayed in the same town. They all stayed in the same houses, and they kept my dad's house. Like, my dad had a house there, and they kept his house it. And people still live in it. Like, my family still live in it to this day. So I'm reaching out to all these people. I' blocking them all. And I'm like, okay, here we go. New wave of emotions are about to arise. But this time it's coming from my dad's family. And I'm, like, trying to prepare myself because I just figured out that, like, my dad was killed. And then I'm having all these emotions because it's like, should I even be sad? Because I wasn't even close with my father. Like, I wasn't even, you know, that that's. That's my dad. I have every right to feel any type of way. But at the moment, it was kind of like. Like, do I even have a right to be this upset about this? Like, do I even have the right to be sad or to grieve my dad? And obviously I do now, knowing this, but it was just kind of a lot at once. And I think I failed to mention this happened a week before my senior year of high school, in exactly a week. It was Wednesday, August 2nd, and. And I went to school that next Wednesday. I started my senior year that next Wednesday. And so I'm thinking of all of these things that is, like, happening. So I just figured out that my dad has been killed. I don't know how to feel about all that. Like, I don't know how to feel. Feel about this. My brother's fleeing Mexico and moving to Canada. I'm having to reach out to all of my family. I mean, it was just this whole wave of emotion that was just very hard to juggle back and forth. And so I kinda. I'm kind of just riding with it at this point. I'm not really processing anything. I'm not, you know, accepting the fact that my father has been killed. I'm not. I'm just living life like nothing happened. That was the only way that I knew what to do. And I had to start my senior year the next day or the next week. It was kind of like, okay, if I can get through this, I can get through anything else in life. And then I start my senior year, I'm still, you know, in cahoots with my family in Mexico, still talking to them, still going through these waves of emotions. And then I kind of block it all out. It. Everything kind of just disappears in my head. I started my senior year. It was the best year of my life. It was the. The most fun I've ever had in high school. And I had to go in and, you know, put on a face of, like, no other. And it was kind of like. It kind of like a daydream in a sense, because I was, like, living in my head. Like, in my head it was dark, but everything else was so light and bright that it was like, I'm like fake.