It was the most abrupt awakening from a nap I've ever had. My mom and my best friend came into my room. "Juan Gabriel died," they said. My first thought was, according to whom? My second thought was that maybe it was another hoax. The last thing I wanted to do was to really believe it. How could it be? I was going to his concert in October.
As a child, my Sunday morning ritual included waking up to the sounds of greats like Vicente Fernandez, Rafael, Los Trío and Juan Gabriel. The blaring of his voice and the scent of our floor cleaners Mistolín and Fabuloso was a regular thing at our house. My mom would sing along to his sweet melodie...
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