He was the early morning honking, patiently waiting in the jeep while Nanay prepared to go to the Zapote market. He was the daily guitar playing, harmonizing with my Mom as they sang Seals & Croft songs. He was the constant laughter, zinging out jokes to amuse those around him. He was the cup of coffee in the morning, afternoon and night, quietly taking everything in. He was the doting uncle, playing patiently with me and my cousins; leaving little pearls of wisdom encased in humor and lightness. He was the guy's guy, getting along with everybody he meets, making people feel that they matter, whoever they may be. He was the perennial joker, the one who could both ruffle your feathers and make you feel ten feet tall.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about him. About how he would encourage me to do better in his own unique way. About how much Christmas isn't the same without him gathering all the kids together to perform our little holiday numbers. About how he would quietly go about his duties and responsibilities, not needing adulation or praise.
He was a son, a brother, an uncle and a father. He was a good man.
He will forever be missed.
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