When my dear wife died one year ago, I did write something that is not an obituary, but a simple, long letter. This was written for her two sisters and one brother, and for their children and as many generations as possible. In that letter I told them how I loved and respected this woman, how she dedicated her life to me and to our sons, how she made of me the happiest man in the world and our three sons the most beloved sons. I told them how noble was her sister, and how grateful I was for their welcoming to their family.

I wouldn't like to die any day without having told everybody who was my Graciela. It's an idea, for those of us who aren't able to write a book or many songs.

Un abrazo,
Andrés