My Colombian heritage

My father was born in Colombia. He immigrated to the United States in his late teens and later joined the United States Air Force, at the age of 27 I believe. From my understanding, he grew up in a home with neither his mother nor father being present much. I had the pleasure of knowing my Abuelita, a beautiful woman who truly embodied the idea of a South American Latina. I visited Colombia when I was 26 years old, stayed there a month and tried to meet as many of his relatives as possible. I discovered he had three half siblings – one of whom was diagnosed with schizophrenia (which her mother had as well), a brother who was my Abuelo’s caretaker (and who was clearly mentally unstable as well) and another brother who had his own tax company he ran together with his wife – he had two beautiful kids. I met several cousins and granduncles and grandaunts, an amazing experience.