I know, he lived a full life. Claro. There is no denying that. But in my familia there is serious longevity. My great grandmother, Juanita, lived to be 105. My grandma Beatriz, 96. So I selfishly expected my tío and all his brothers and sisters for that matter, to become centenarians too.
His death is hard for me to accept. I should have called him more often, recorded more of his history, our history. But his legacy lives on through all of us that share his blood.
The only thing that gives me solace is picturing him in heaven serenading his bride again, hugging his loved ones, and knowing he had the opportunity to watch his Cubbies win the World Series in 2016. Te quiero tío. Descansa en paz.