John Ruescas
I just found out today, by sheer accident, that Luisín (as we called him in the family) passed away four years ago. He took in my family in 1968 when we were exiled from Havana before we moved to NYC. He was my mother’s cousin and the patriarch of our large, extended family, and a source of comfort when my own mother passed away. God grant Luisín the peace, joy and rest he well deserved.

