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Mi Abuelo taught me to love baseball; baseball taught me to love.
Abuelo Enrique was my best friend. He taught me about mortality, living in the moment, diffusing tense moments with laughter and how to enjoy a coffee—even if it's bad.
Abuelo Enrique was my best friend. He taught me about mortality, living in the moment, diffusing tense moments with laughter and how to enjoy a coffee—even if it's bad. He died during COVID, but I had lost him years before. He wasn't the same after his stroke.
Or maybe I wasn't the same. Maybe life hit both of us. Whenever I called him, I could always hear baseball in the background, even in the offseason. He loved Los Doyers , but loved the game more. At times, we'd watch a couple of plays on the phone.
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