Dear Ben,

Thanksgiving week my invisible illness (fibromyalgia) started attacking me. The only time I watch TV is while I eat. I was eating breakfast. (My husband always prepares it.) I was watching the news, when I heard about your tragic death. The devastating news was even worse when I heard that you were a member of Fort Worth’s North Side High School Mariachi Band, a group that I love and admire.

Ben, I did not have the pleasure of knowing you, but the numerous folks who have honored you and your family with beautifully expressed condolences, tell me that you must have been a wonderful person. You are in Heaven now with the Blessed Virgin Mary, Jesus, and all the saints. You are probably entertaining them with your music. If it’s possible, please alleviate my sadness by playing and singing, ”El Son de la Negra.” It is my favorite song.

Please forgive me, but I don’t know if I can attend your funeral services Friday morning. The cold temperature will worsen the fibromyalgia pain. God bless you and your family!