Abuelo’s Masterful Gift
Once upon a time, there was a handsome man who often recounted his amorous encounters. After his stories, he would in jest bemoan the burden his beauty bore. “Es una carrera ser lindo.”
Don Ernesto my Abuelo passed this month at the age of 100.
While fond memories of lechón, dominos, and whiskey and milk over ice overwhelm, I surprisingly did not cry over his passing.