The crusts of wheat bread will turn my hair curly. I believe this because of Papa Don. It’s because of him that I believe in the power of Tex-Mex and the magic of the Texas Rangers. He loved both the same, and all nine children even more. He never forgot the name – or the First Communion – of every one of his twenty-three grandchildren. He loved me from afar, but every reunion made me feel his love like it was always up close.
He won’t be at my graduation.
Degenerative heart failure stole his life before all the Diet Cokes could. His heart, his heroic heart.
This past Christmas, he fell dreamlessly onto the floor.