Nero Turtle

Gilbert W. Nunez was my grandfather. I have some pretty good memories of the man. I remember as a kid sitting in a room full of adults talking and he would look at me then pretend to be snoring asleep as if the adults were boring him to sleep. I played checkers with him often and I could never beat him. Now that I am an adult looking back at those games I realize now that he was always cheating. Regardless, it makes those memories all the more rememberable. He also had a few pocket knives.

Last night I got a memorial tattoo for Gilbert.

One thing that we surprisingly had in common was work. He was a manual machinist. He mostly worked the lathe. Before my disability that is exactly what I did. I may not have done it as long as him, but having done the same type of work, I feel like I got to know him all the more having done so.