"After Mamá's diagnosis, he wouldn't wait for the rain to clear. When we sold the horses, he'd go running as soon as the first drops of rain pelted the windows, and he'd come back soaking wet and happy. Abuelo complained about it all the time. 'He'll catch his death,' he said. 'He goes running toward it like an old friend, and it will embrace him before he knows.'" -Sylvia, This Is Where It Ends