BLOGS

Hardest day of my life

I knew—I knew—the moment I saw incoming number on my cellphone. The call came in a little before noon on Saturday, September 25, 2010. It was Mom and Pop’s home number. I knew. We always talked on Sundays. My mother was on the line. “Your father died this morning,” she said, in Spanish. He’d gone in his sleep, at home…. Read More