My father affectionately looked over as my great-aunt held me during my baptism in Cuba.

I love this picture. And I love the way my dad was looking at me. I was six months old. It was May 22, 1966. 

Today I have a grey beard, a few degrees under my belt and not as much hair as in the photo yet I have no idea what my father looks like nor anything about his life over the past four decades. He's now eighty years old. 

I am beyond excited. Beyond thrilled. [And] Beyond emotional to be reuniting with my father for the first time since 1970. [He doesn't have a phone so our only communication is through a family friend who's informed him of my visit.]

THANK YOU for the contributions made to my

Indiegogo

campaign, for the FB & Twitter shares and for all the heartfelt well-wishes. I am moved.

WE are one week into our crowdfunding campaign:

Finding Dad: A Cuban Journey

. Your contributions are making this trip and it's documentation possible. 

We are so thankful

but

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All my love,

e vincent martinez

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