My dad loved his elementary school teacher. He visited him frequently. We just knew his last name: "Lima". He used to say: I am going to visit to "mi maestro (my teacher) Lima". I remember perfectly the last day we visited him. My father, my friends and I were playing guitars, singing and drinking tequila and beer. My father had a terrible cough. We did not know, but was the beginning of the ending. Once, doctor said to the family: "He will die in one year." My father died victim of cancer.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Aug 2013 02:45:00 +0000
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