Max was a driver and transportation guru for Fabretto, a go-to guy for when you had a problem, the ex-mayor of Cusmapa, a happy beaming man always with a smile on his face, a man with many women and many more children. Max passed away this week, unexpectedly, of a suspected heart attack. His funeral was in Esteli to accommodate his spread out family. Two bus loads of people from Cusmapa came to pay their respects. A bus load of people came from
His various women were in the front of the Cathedral with his many children, twelve or so I believe. I wonder how it felt for them sitting together up there, mourning the same man, the man that was not really ever any one of theirs; a man who had families in every big city along the
I think the hardest part of going through the ceremonies of his death was witnessing the devastation of his children. He had seven kids in Cusmapa; kids I did not realize were his until his funeral. They crowded around what would become his tomb at the cemetery as speeches were made over his casket, dropping flowers into the earth. Many of them are within a couple years of each other, they are friends and classmates. They all mourned together with tears and hugs, I saw no resentment, though I wonder if it exists between them.
As a beaming character in the community, a star of Fabretto, and a patriarch of many, he will be greatly missed by all.
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