A year and a half later, another loss in the family.
This person cared for us when we were children and walked us to school.
Had a silly way of waking us up for school:
“Wake up! TIME TO MAKE THE DOUGHNUTS!”
Which was a reference to the old “Fred the Baker” Dunkin Doughnuts commercials from the ’80s.
The last time I saw him was when we all went to my uncle’s house a couple weeks back.
Oh, It was the day when I made this post about hanging out with my cousins when we had the barbecue there.
I don’t know what to do or say to my mother, she took it the hardest.
I asked my father for his reaction to this situation.
My father said to me, in a very serious tone:
“It hurts, yea, but, it is a preview of what’s to come, the end of a generation.
That’s the law of life.“
I could tell he wasn’t in the mood to talk further, so I turned to leave, he then says to me:
“He used to call you, ‘Plomito‘, when you were a baby.”
“He’d joke about how heavy you were to carry.”
I gave him a quick smile and walked away.
My mother begins to dial my aunt in Mexico to relay the news, so I just let her be and head upstairs.
R.I.P. Tio Gabriel