It is already three years without Pepe Serrano, my Pepe.
Pepe was the absolute best of Jaén and the most passionate man in the equestrian world. Above all that, he was my close friend.
This world of ours creates bonds of unbreakable friendships, and such was my relationship with my Pepe. Hours and hours of conversation, a thousand sevillanas danced and a thousand phrases that will always remain in my hypothalamus, like “Super Manuel, trip him up”.
Today everyone is talking about Valencia, but do you know what is important? That help continues to arrive a year from now and that the people who are missing today continue to be remembered tomorrow.
I remember my Pepe ALWAYS, and every 4th of November my heart shrinks just a little bit more. Today marks three years since he left this world, and I remember it as if it were yesterday.
Let's act from the soul, let's give love to our loved ones, you never know if tomorrow a damned cancer will arrive -my Pepe- or a DANA will sweep us away.
No-one dies whilst their loved ones remember them. I miss you, my Pepe, just as I did three years ago.
Shelly Ramírez Pino
