I need to add cheeseburgers to the menu for this year's dia de los muertos.
I don't know how to describe how special my uncle was to me and to my family. I could never do him justice. His rooster dance, his rendition of the Davy Crockett theme song and joy in food and drink and ability to never, ever forget a face or a name don't paint the whole picture. His death brought my broken family back together, at least momentarily.
I am forever grateful that I was able to be at his side during his last moments.
I love you, Adrian.
I'll get back to normal, happier things soon.