Oscar was capable of taking half an hour to prepare a delicate triple-decker burger filled with all sorts of different ingredients and invented sauces, and sending you a video both showing off his masterpiece and his pleasure in stuffing his mouth with it. He would invite his friends over to eat his unique pasta carbonara. He would enjoy coating the chicken with spices and hot sauce and then, seeing his face, you’d know that was the best meal ever.

He would show you a great goal of some footballer whoever, from whatever foreign league, praising the quality. He could even explain where he came from, what position he played in, and you… you would be amazed…

And his music?! When he liked a piece of music, he would get it on Spotify and play it immediately. He had all kinds of playlists, he liked everything. He liked Pablo Alborán. What? Really, you say? How? Yes, he had a hidden romantic heart, always so reserved…

When the Olympics or an athletics championships arrived, Oscar simply didn’t exist. He would get up at 4 in the morning to watch the sprint races, relays, and you can’t even imagine when an athletics friend from his club or other clubs had reached the championships. He would follow him like his number one fan, praising his qualities, without a hint of envy, quite the opposite, just thinking that they had reached the European championships he felt proud to have coincided with them.

Also, that unique silliness that would make you laugh with an improvised video on WhatsApp.

And his eagerness to save money to buy football shirts from different teams, he must have about 15 or 20! He never stopped; he seemed like an analyst charging for giving his opinion.
He had videos showing the quality and feel of the shirt. He would make a complete analysis of the qualities of each purchase – the finish, how they looked and he of course would model them in front of the mirror; he really sold them to you! He enjoyed each new shirt, with
their pros and cons, since his very first tiny Manchester United kit where his collection began.

The last one was a gift from his sister, the official Manchester United shirt 22/23 with the number 7 and his name printed on it that would have taken them both on an unforgettable trip to Manchester to see a match. An 18th birthday present to see his dream team….darling Oscar, now you can take that trip in your dreams and in ours.

He loved being at home, in his «cave», he was able to re-watch Game of Thrones, or the Fast & Furious saga and remember the best scenes and enjoy them as if he was watching them for the first time, he made the most of everything.
The open project of creating a line of t-shirts and clothes with a good friend; time, desire, effort, dedication; they did not lack for enthusiasm.

In March he was even preparing a video presentation of a young friend of his to the Kids League. Coincidentally, it didn’t happen though. For whatever reason, the league has been suspended.

His online chess games were never ending, he was fighting to climb the rankings. And I won’t go into his total immersion in Forex. I had to learn what it was to keep up with his conversations (currency market, currency conversion). I used to tell him that he was a geek, but in reality I was telling him that he had a talent for everything!

That’s how Oscar was at home, simple but with a life full of nuances that made him special, with qualities and a joy that have now been replaced with emptiness and deep desolation.

What happened outside the home he kept to himself, although some of it did reach us. He never boasted of acts that would later surprise us, such as that wonderful football report, going to the hospital to visit a little boy who was ill, giving the captain’s armband to a boy
full of hope, accompanying another to the Barça trials and giving him all his support or even going to the school to pick up one of them and make him feel the most important child because his coach was going to see him. These are details that make a person great.

That’s what our child was like and it breaks our hearts to talk about him in the past, it’s so difficult for us.

Never has a feeling of emptiness and loneliness hurt me so much, even being surrounded by people. Where your smile is serene, your soul is broken into piece. You want to believe that he is with you, that by keeping his memory he is still by your side. But I can no longer touch him. I can no longer feel him or hug him and feel little. Everything takes you back to him, to his memory, the simplest moments of the day; those are the most remembered and the
most painful.

Every night we feel the loneliness in a house where we don’t hear his keyboard, or him watching a game, Twitch or a film. His cave was his refuge that we now look at with admiration, nostalgia and pain, and it hurts a lot. How we miss those little daily things and how little we valued them. Please, you are all just in time to make every day something special, to make a beautiful memory between you and the people you love.

Natural kindness expecting nothing in return, that was Oscar.