antes que nada, mi abuelo

Writing about my grandfather Daniel makes me emotional. Not because it is difficult to talk about him, but because he represents so much of the love I carry with me.

When I think of him, I think of love in its simplest form — in small gestures, in the way someone looks at you, cares for you, makes you feel safe and lets you know, without needing many words, that you are loved.

MI ABUELO ERA UN HERMOSO SER HUMANO