Today at the Museum of Civilizations, Zahraa saw someone far away who had a similar build and coat to yours. She cried "Papi, Papi!" to which Gabriel said "Papi morte." Imagining you meeting us there, and what a bright smile you'd have, how happy you'd be to see us, remembering we'd never see you again, made me so sad. What I'd give to see you greet your grandchildren again!
