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I used to see my grandfather and I saw everything I wanted to be, he was brave he was fierce he was smart but mostly he was kind, and there where nothing he couldn’t do; the first memory I have of him was in his ranch, a man so strong he could bring down a bull on his own, I want to be like my grandpa I said; in another occasion I remember him mounting a bronco, I saw no fear in his eye and I knew he hadn’t fear in his hart, I want to be like my grandpa I said; he used to take me to his ranch on Sundays, and in one occasion I saw him buying more calves, to me it was a normal Sunday, a great Sunday, to me there were more calves to play with but my grandpa was mad and I didn’t know why, he was so clever and smart that he could tell what type of cow are just with his eyes, and the ones he bought weren´t the ones that arrived, I want to be like my grandpa I said; with the time we bout grow up, and my responsibilities in the ranch increased, my grandpa was proud of me although he never told me, but he managed to let me now, the difficult times were coming and we didn’t knew, the ranches broke and the good times vanished, my grandpa suffered, my grandpa was sad but he never showed it up, as I said, he was from the old school and he learned to never show weakness and to do things on his own, he never accepted help and he was very closed; again the time passed and the wounds healed, he started recovering his spirit and I started to recognize him, he started to have some projects, he started a new ranch, again I felt he loved me and again the family was united, again we celebrated in my grandpa house every Sunday that we were a family and that we are for each other no matter what happen; one night the fair came to Apodaca, my grandpa was happy and enjoyed the night like never before, and for las time I said I want to be like my grandpa, I wasn’t sad later that night when he passed away, of course I cried but not because he died, but because I will miss him until we see each other again, now the ranch is alone and I have grown up and my responsibilities in the ranch have increased more, now I am like my grandpa and if god allows me, one day I will reunite with him, and tell him “grandpa you can be relaxed because the ranch is in good hands”.