On a Thursday in late January 2019, I escaped for a burger and beer. Papi texted as the bartender handed me a pint of Steam. Abuela likely had a few days to live. Cheers!
His text suggested it wasn’t necessary to fly home. Anna my wife knew differently. My dad would soon lose his last parent. She urged I fly home to be with him.
Around midnight the next day I arrived in Dallas. Vic my brother who had already arrived and visited Abuela met me at the airport alongside Papi y Mami.