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| In Spain, December 1998... He lived there with our Dad for five months before he came back to spend three months here in the States.. Then he took his life. |
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| How I remember those days, when we would go on walks in the beautiful countryside of Asturias... We'd take our dad's dog, Lenon, named after my favorite musician at the time... And Cesar would have his stick and we'd treck for hours until it was time to go eat. I miss you Cesar and I hope it's as beautiful in heaven as it was that summer in Asturias... (I just hope the weather is better...) |
| Memories of my brother... |
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| In Madrid, Spain, when I was fifteen years old and Cesar was 19. He came to visit as I was living there with our Dad at the time. We did a lot of partying in the streets of Madrid, as is the custom.... |
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| In Spain, with our dog, Oliver. |
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| Cesar and Papa in Asturias, 1997 |