As we sat there, drinking wine from our plastic cups, I couldn't help but think of my ailing grandfather, who up until 1 month ago I actually believed was the strongest old guy I ever met.
"Abuelito's dying," says my sister. I stop playing with the shrimp on my plate and say "Nahhh," but I'm really thinking "yeah, I know."
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