 I had to, like, go through them without him. So it was, like, really nothing to celebrate. We wouldn't celebrate because it just wasn't the same. For Alejandra, like for many of the immigrants here at the Puente meeting, the death of Jose de Jesus hit close to home. I saw the picture of him on the Internet. Like, I was curious. I wanted to know how he looked like. And he must have been really depressed to do that.