

Eventually, Felipe needed extra care as his lifestyle became too much for his aging parents to handle. As a consequence, much of Felipe's life as an adult was spent in and out of group homes. It was locked up in these homes that ironically, Felipe was free, at least free from the alcohol that consumed him. But this was an uneasy freedom. He wasn't happy. Family members paid regular visits to him, but it was no life.
I'm not writing this to document the disease that consumed my brother-in-law, or to portray him as a drunk. I'm writing to honor the man who he was. He was a good man--"un caballero." He was a brother to nine siblings; he was an uncle and a cousin. He was related to a whole bunch of us in-laws who loved him, too. He was a son. And and he was a father.
Just a month ago, Felipe visited with his daughter. From the photos I saw, that visit made him happy. He deserved it. At the time, he was in extreme pain. The cancers that invaded his vulnerable body were making their final advances. In my last phone call to him, he sounded upbeat, saying how he'd been feeling much better. In reality he was failing fast.
On Tuesday, June 22, Felipe Leonel Piñon Bonilla went to heaven. We know he did; he was a believer. He's free now, and we'll remember him for the man he was: a true "caballero."
Adiós, Hermano. Que descanses en paz.