The man you see in this picture, was the greatest man that i was blessed to have in my life, I couldn't have asked for a better father. Born on November 6, 1976 in Mexico City, Mexico. Father of two boys and one girl, and a grandfather of 1 (a boy), my son. The man you see in this picture was a happy person,  he was always laughing. He would always tell his jokes here and there, he had a way of telling a story that you could picture in your head perfectly. His smile was beautiful and his laugh was joyful. 

 On  a Thursday morning of June 11, 2020 he lost his fight to COVID-19, he had been at the Bayview Hospital in Baltimore, MD since  June 3, after his struggle to breathe and the ambulance had to take him, his last words to my mom were;
"Lauris I cant breathe, its really hard for me to breathe." 
and the worst part is I, wasn't even there to hear them, to reassure him that everything was going to be okay.  The last time i got to see him; he was hooked up to all these life support machines, his face swollen, his chest bruised, the skin on his eyes and mouth were dry. My heart broke apart as I poured my feelings out and I could've sworn I seen a tear fall off his right eye and dry out in an instant as my mother and I tried our hardest to encourage him to fight harder. I knew he was suffering and he was devastated inside because his soul was willing  to fight but his body wasn't. My siblings never even got the chance to witness his last moments and didn't get to say their goodbyes while his heart still beating, since a lot of regulations only allowed 2 adults in the room and it was so sudden.

We all had hoped, we prayed that he was going to heal but sadly this wasn't the only fight my dad had to put up with.  His knee injury took away some of the life he had in him, he had problems with his stomach that would cause him pain even after treatment, and the desperation of being stuck at home due to the quarantine made him so stressed and depressed. He was starting to believe that this virus was fake, like many people thought, like I thought.  And sadly this was a reminder that the virus IS out there. He didn't deserve all that pain, as no one's loved one should. The worst part is that we couldn't be next to him until his very last breath, and i couldn't hug my mother because she too like my siblings, were tested positive for the virus. The worst part of this virus is that it takes away the most important part during such a hard time and that is being there for your loved ones.

6 feet apart is a much longer distance between hearts, it gets in the way of love 

All I ask that you help us cover the funeral and burial costs to lay such a strong warrior to rest in peace, he suffered long enough on this earth and I know God has a special place for him, but we would like to honor him the best we can. This happened so sudden and we weren't financially prepared for this so any help is greatly appreciated by our family and the sooner the better.

And my one advice for you is, don't wait until something happens to let that one person you love know how you feel. Don't silence your heart and suppress  your feelings, because like my father once told me,

"El hubiera no existe"-->"I could've doesn't exist"(becomes an I couldn't)