Last time I spoke with my grampa, my mother called me when I was driving from home to the university, I was trapped in a traffic jam in a roundabout, my mother told me that my grampa loved me very much and that he blessed me; at that time my grampa couldn’t speak because he had a lot of things on him.

The last time I really spoke with him was some weeks before that, he was lucid, smart and wise as ever at his 80+ years old.

I don’t remember why but he ended up teaching me about Cartago, the rise and fall and why sometimes people says that they are going to “Cartago” something.

At the time I had 2 bachelors degree, 1 MBA, several certifications, teacher at couple of masters and he was still teaching me something related to something  I just said.

Congrats  papa, we may not be on the same plane/dimension anymore but  I still remember you and love you.