Yesterday, Friday, August 5th, I was having breakfast waiting for my wife to come down from her dental appointment, when I received a call from a friend and he said to me in anguish, "Someone told me that they found your friend Tino dead in his house". He tells me that he called me immediately because he knew he was my friend of many years. A current went through my body because a few days ago we had been having dinner together.

People called him Tino, I called him Tinito, because of my habit of using diminutives. Tinito was quite a character. Black humor, he tried to be contrary only to get you in a bad mood and then to make up for it by annoying you. Cars, motorcycles, ATVs lover. Irreverent as he was, he looked like a cowboy from the old west, no one could move him from his plan or his ideas, firm in his beliefs.

But my friend is gone, we will never see him again, nor listen to him, nor suffer his bad jokes, the long days trying to convince him of something; how much we will miss you Tinito.

For those of us who are left, we have the photos and videos, the moments we lived and the memories of the times we shared. When a friend leaves, the trunk of memories is opened, the nostalgia jumps, the smile with a tear running down the cheek, we laugh for the memory but we cry because you are no longer there.

"Beloved, let us love one another; for love is of God. Everyone who loves is born of God, and knows God" 1 John 4:7

"And we have this commandment from him, that whosoever loveth God, let him love his brother also" 1 John 4:21.

These are friends, like brothers. We walk together in life, not as close as we would like, but very united by our WhatsApp group.

Thank you God for the life of my friends, thank you for every moment, for being able to count on them, thank you because they are the family that you have given us in life.

Let's enjoy friendship, let's live every meeting with a lot of happiness to be able to meet, celebrate together, share together, hug each other and take many pictures. Enjoy it, because in my case, our next reunion will not have Tinito with us.

God bless you!

With all my heart to my friend Tino, his wife Margarita and his daughter Marianita.