It’s fine. I’m over it already. He worked at the fields pulling out lettuce and broccoli. We decided that we would go visit him after he finished work. We came in, and we first thought he was sleeping. 1 hour later we worried. My mom felt his pulse, there was nothing. After the autopsy, we found out he died from liver failure. He was alcoholic still going with it at age 68. We went to a little place in Mexico Calle “Eligido” we buried him a few graves from his mom.