Hi dad, love you lots. You had such a complex life I could never put into words but I’ll try. My heart goes out to anyone who has lost a parent. It is truly one of the most painful experiences and leaves some type of void in your heart that can’t be filled. As a Mexican American growing up in the 1950s ( my dad was born 1951) he had a crazy life. He was a wild card who got into trouble quite frequently ( and I love him for it). He had some close calls a few times as he experienced all the injustices of that time and almost got drafted for the Vietnam War. He was truly a walking piece of history, which always astonished me, and consistently overcame many struggles. He was a fighter, and through his stubborn and grouchy ways there was a sea of warmth that could never be replicated. My father raised me on his own after my mother died. We always had little money but my heart was full. He was there for me, no matter how many mistakes I made or how imperfect I felt. He taught me that being human is filled with lessons, and that our bumps in the road make us authentic. Losing him feels as if I’m losing my best friend and a piece of who I am. During his hospital stay I tried to fight for his strength. I had no idea I would lose him so quickly. We never planned for a burial or memorial, and since we have such a small family, most of the expenses are left up in the air. This is my first time trying to ask for help in this way. I am hoping to honor my dad with a memorial and a burial.