Francisco Guerra was born in Las Varas, Nayarit and he makes a great stingray stew.
He is my father. He used to be a great story teller. Now, with the disease growing inside him, his tales are shorter, and his deep but calming voice is fading little by little. Last night while I call to say hi, he told me about these lights he saw through the window of his bedroom. They were 3, bluish in color. They went through the window glass and present before him a gift. The gift was a pause in the heavy pain his abdomen was suffering. The next day he get up and got breakfast for the first time in 3 days.
