His dad has a video of Chito running across his backyard, trying to jump the fence into his pool. He slips several times and on the last attempt slips so bad that he slams into the fence. I also see him climbing a rope, hands only, getting to the top and slipping. He didn’t fall, just scared us all to death.
And here I am crying.
I think he would tell me I’m being a gringo.
He would then tell me he found the perfect woman to marry because she cooks just like his mom, only now he can’t marry…
…’cuz he’s in heaven…
I think he would describe his accident with less fear than I presume. I think he’d say something like, “man I was flying and then bam, I was in heaven. It was sick.”
He would laugh at our tears, but only a little. He’d tell us all to wear crazy shirts at his funeral. Do something stupid like have jumping contests over chairs or off the stage. And then he’d tell us to worship. Worship with all our hearts.
He loved to worship.
I need to quit being such a gringo. Because I think he’s right.
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