Losing a friend throws you into memories wanting to reach those moments of light when your minds touched, sparking lively conversations and time well spent.
You favored Picasso; I, Dali. We championed our favorite in spirited discussion. I counted on you for that.
You told me tales of travels I dreamed of giving me inspiration. You did what interested you, making you a very interesting man.
One day you held my hand, giving me strength, as I held my husband’s hand, while he laid on a hospital gurney in a corner of an emergency room.
Your art improved, maturing with your soul; observing that enriched my spirit. Gracias, mi amigo, por todo. Tricia Carr
PEDRO A. LOPEZ, RIP
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