When I was filling out the paperwork after my son, Julio, passed away, one of the questions asked what countries he had visited. I had to flip the page over and call his friends because I couldn’t remember them all. We counted 25.
That was Julio — 30 years old, and he had already lived a full life. He was a high school athlete of the year, lifeguard, paramedic, firefighter and DJ who played house music in a group called Ontildawn.
