By Pauline Campos | 04/19/2013 - 17:20
Growing up, my sisters and I called our grandfather Guelo and he referred to us as his little cabronas. It always made me smile. Though we were very close, when he died two years ago, I had to content myself with attending his wake in Detroit. Only a handful of relatives made the journey for his funeral and burial in Cerralvo, a small municipality near the northeastern city of Monterrey, Mexico.