After 94 years of a love-filled life, my Abuelito Raul closed his eyes today and went to be with God. He was an angel of a man, a smile never left his face and he would always squeeze my hand and tell me "Te quiero mucho." He loved simple pleasures; he entertained us as kids by making doves out of his handkerchiefs and he had a heartfelt, warm laugh with even kinder eyes. Once, when I was a child, he stopped me from killing a large, black ant on his front porch and told me they were small but good and they were God's creatures too. To this day I have never killed a large, black ant and I always think of him when I see them. That and doves.
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