29 March 2006, Wednesday
My tio died here, in his house, on this Wednesday, after almost a year of terrible sickness and pain.
He made excellent buttermilk pancakes and he was a Mexican pirate, ageless, vibrant, hysterically funny,
devilish, and for him I wish for heaven, because he deserved it. We were the luckiest to have known you/
the unluckiest to be left behind, to live somehow without you.
Tomás Robles
October 12, 1955- March 29, 2006