As it's Father's Day, that usually I don't celebrate, think or even care about, today I'm breaking the mold and do something different. Here's a photo of him, taken at my older brother's first wedding. As you easily guessed, my father is the one on the right. One night, staying in the kitchen reading the newspaper as he usually did and had fallen asleep, like many times would happen, that night we heard a loud noise from the kitchen and went to check what happened. He had fallen from the stool and didn't even wake up. As he was quite strong built and heavy, even if we weren't laughing out loud with the scene, we left him there because we also knew he was hard to wake up. Finally, he woke up and went to bed. This is one the funniest memories I have from him.