On Christmas morning, December 25, 2025, my father, Robert James Miranda, suffered a pulmonary embolism and tragically did not survive. As many of you know, my dad was one of the friendliest people you could ever meet. He always wanted to connect with others, making every conversation feel meaningful and personal. He touched the hearts of so many, always offering his support and encouragement for anything you wanted to do or pursue in life.

My father loved his kids and his family with all his heart. He was the kind of person who taught everyone around him, sharing his knowledge and always paying attention to the details. There isn’t a person who met my dad who didn’t remember him or the experience they shared. He was selfless, often putting the needs of others before his own so that those around him could thrive. He was always there when you needed help, even if it meant sacrificing his own well-being.

In the wake of his passing, I will step in to take over the family construction business and, to consolidate expenses, Diana and I will be moving into the family home.