My father Fermin

Fermín (my father) entered the San Juan de Dios Clinic in April 2010 after several relapses. My brothers and I have been very close to him in recent years, attending to his needs, enjoying his wisdom, his good humor, his affection. He was a good critic of life and even of my watercolors. His body was deteriorating while his soul grew to the essential, to God. How many things have we said… On his last morning here, his eyes went to the Crucified Christ that was in the room, he wanted to kiss him! ….

I’m telling you this because it’s been a month today since he died. He did it like a Christian gentleman, with acceptance, giving thanks to the doctor and receiving the last sacraments: I would like to die like this…