Hardest working man there was
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My dad.
the hardest working man there ever was has been fighting COVID 19 for over two weeks. He has worked hard his entire life from coming to America from Guanajuato Mexico at the age of 17. He started alone raising money to bring my elder brother and my mom to the United States and started off in a tiny apartment. Working from jobs as a lawn mower to then a truck driver my dad excelled in whatever he did. He became a truck driver a very successful one until the business became too much too handle. He lost both his homes and we started from scratch in an apartment we lived there for 8 years until finally my dad was making enough to be able to afford a new home again after everyone thought he wouldn’t again. No one deserved it more than my dad who worked two jobs 15+ hour shifts and still commuted two hours to come home from the Bay Area. He never complained once. To see me and my mom smiling in the kitchen laughing and making dinner to watching movies and wildlife documentaries on TV with cinnamon tea. We lived a humble but very happy life. He loves my niece Natalie so much his only grandchild she’s the spoiled one of the family. His favorite days were the ones when she was here running around and playing with him and stealing his belongings and having him chase all around the house. My dad is my moms best friend. They would laugh at each other and I had honestly never seen a more pure friendship. They could for hours on end about God knows what and they would argue and butt heads and later on makeup like silly things could never keep them apart. Our dad was strong, kind and generous. He offered everything to his family and to those who needed it. He would always donate meals not money to homeless. To my brothers and I always supported our independence but never to forget if we needed help he would be there.
To a man who worked everyday with one or sometimes no days off. My dad deserves to rest. I never once thought the person I looked up to the most would be the first to drift away from us..nothing ever hurt him nothing ever got to him. But this terrible virus did. One day he was here and the next in the ICU. The staff in Mercy San Juan Hospital thank you for everything you have done for our father. I thank everyone kindly who will help us here. Please never forget to tell your loved ones what they mean to you. It hurts me to know I won’t hear my fathers voice say my name again or say that he loves me. Please don’t ever forget tell them you love them..❤️
the hardest working man there ever was has been fighting COVID 19 for over two weeks. He has worked hard his entire life from coming to America from Guanajuato Mexico at the age of 17. He started alone raising money to bring my elder brother and my mom to the United States and started off in a tiny apartment. Working from jobs as a lawn mower to then a truck driver my dad excelled in whatever he did. He became a truck driver a very successful one until the business became too much too handle. He lost both his homes and we started from scratch in an apartment we lived there for 8 years until finally my dad was making enough to be able to afford a new home again after everyone thought he wouldn’t again. No one deserved it more than my dad who worked two jobs 15+ hour shifts and still commuted two hours to come home from the Bay Area. He never complained once. To see me and my mom smiling in the kitchen laughing and making dinner to watching movies and wildlife documentaries on TV with cinnamon tea. We lived a humble but very happy life. He loves my niece Natalie so much his only grandchild she’s the spoiled one of the family. His favorite days were the ones when she was here running around and playing with him and stealing his belongings and having him chase all around the house. My dad is my moms best friend. They would laugh at each other and I had honestly never seen a more pure friendship. They could for hours on end about God knows what and they would argue and butt heads and later on makeup like silly things could never keep them apart. Our dad was strong, kind and generous. He offered everything to his family and to those who needed it. He would always donate meals not money to homeless. To my brothers and I always supported our independence but never to forget if we needed help he would be there.
To a man who worked everyday with one or sometimes no days off. My dad deserves to rest. I never once thought the person I looked up to the most would be the first to drift away from us..nothing ever hurt him nothing ever got to him. But this terrible virus did. One day he was here and the next in the ICU. The staff in Mercy San Juan Hospital thank you for everything you have done for our father. I thank everyone kindly who will help us here. Please never forget to tell your loved ones what they mean to you. It hurts me to know I won’t hear my fathers voice say my name again or say that he loves me. Please don’t ever forget tell them you love them..❤️
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Gabriela Villalpando
Organizer
Sacramento, CA