Andres,
There are times , late at night, when I work in the shop my father and I shared, when all is still and the only sound is the flame of the torch or the cadence of the hammer as I pound the silver, I feel his hand on my shoulder and his breath on the back of my neck. I don't have to turn about to know he will always be there.

My deepest sympathies for you and your family.

Don Meixner