His brother was one of my dearest childhood friends, also named Francisco. Him and 3 others formed a clique of inseparable friends through our teens. As we got older, everyone's paths took them in different directions but we always remained very close.
My brother Max, Juan and another friend, Martin Hernandez had their own little clique as well.
At my request, Juan found this picture of us as kids. We circled around a famous boxer (back in the day). Mantequilla Napoles, who had been invited to diner by Francisco's dad. It was such a sensation to have someone of that caliber around, that all kids from the neighborhood, came by to get their picture taken. I left the neighborhhod and a few years after, Francisco died. I found this out through my dad, who did not have many details other than hearing about a freaky accident and Juan confirmed it recently. It is good to re-connect with aspects of your past that you thought were long gone. Who says, you can never go home again?