As I was driving thru Santillan last Saturday morning, I was flagged down by David who is Don Pancho's grandson. I parked near Panchito's Body Shop. When I went to talk to David, he was very upset. He was worried about his grandfather and his Uncle Panchito. Apparently neither Panchito or Don Pancho had been seen that day, and it was already noon!
The gate to the body shop was locked, so David climbed over the brick wall and opened the gate. David's aunt ran thru the gate to the bed where Panchito and his father, Don Pancho sleep. Both men were dead. Apparently shot while they were sleeping.
I am so upset! These two men were the soul of their family. The bread-winners! This is a terrible blow to the relatives of Don Pancho and Panchito and to the Village of Santillan.
Thinking about death
I had not seen many dead persons in my life. Certainly not murdered persons. The beds of Don Pancho and his son Panchito are constructed in a scaffold frame. Don Pancho slept in the top of three beds. Panchito in the bottom.
From what I could see, whoever killed son Panchito did it as he slept. I could see Panchito lying on his back in bed. Father Don Pancho was killed as he tried to exit from his bed. His head lying on his arms extending from the bed. He must have been shot from below.
These are the sights that shall remain in my memory from now on. Terrible sights these are. I do not know what happened to cause these deaths. Both Don Pancho and his son Panchito were such happy people. Who could have done this terrible thing?