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Life has a tough way of making us realize the moral of the lessons our parents taught us. It is never until times like this, that we realize that we take words for granted- we utter them often without a second thought- but in times like right now, the power of words weighs very heavily. Simple words- words like “I love you”- become not so simple. Their message much more than three words, three syllables, eight letters, ten characters. I love you. We say it every day, and every day we take for granted that we will hear it later, say it tomorrow, text it to a loved one, or post it on someone’s wall. But we will never hear it again from my father. We will never be able to tell him how much we love him.
My father was only 41. His name was Salvador. In the 21 years of my life, he was there every day for my mother, and his children. I learned a great many things from my father- a strong work ethic, morals and values, how to respect a woman, and to be a good husband. I am sad that I never got the chance to show him that I learned how to be a good father, just as he was. In all the things that my father taught me, that he prepared me for in life- he did not prepare me to deal with having to bury him. The pain and sadness is more than enough to overcome in the moment, and I honestly do not know where to turn- or who to ask- so I came here in hopes of finding the help I need in this moment. I am the oldest son, and I am responsible for figuring this out. So, I turn to you. I hope that you can find it in your hearts to help us.
As I grew up, my father was constantly working- trying to make a better life for our family. Like many young men who have children very young, the first thing that a man must do, is find work to support his young family. My father worked hard for many years as a truck driver until he was able to realize his dream job, with the United States Customs and Border Protection, as a K9 Officer. He served his country for the last nine years in that capacity.
I was 12 years old when he joined. Those were very influential years in my life. My father’s patriotism, and dedication to his career are what motivated me to join the Marine Corps. I wanted to show my father that I understood the lessons that he had taught me. Being their first born, I wanted to show my parents that I had learned the lessons that they had instilled me as I grew up. I wanted to make them proud because of those three simple words… I love you. I love you. I love you.
Here I am today, tears in my eyes, thinking- Dad I love you; remembering the last time we talked, and how, at the end, the familiar close- I Love You. I love my father, as did a great many people. He was the type of man who would do anything for anyone. He would always go out of his way to help others, and he taught his children to do the same.
I am only 21. He passed away on Sunday the 21st. I was born when he was 20 Numbers. Numbers, ages, characters, spaces… Our life is filled with numbers, and now, the cost of burying my father with honor and dignity, and settling his accounts so as to not burden my mother. Not too many at the young age of 41 plans for their death. My father was a dedicated man, he like many his age still felt that the greatest years of life were in front of him. His death is sudden, it is unexpected, and it is not something he planned to leave for my mother or I to be responsible for. With the greatest gratitude, I turn to you all in hopes that you can help me bury my father, and settle his accounts.
My Father is Salvador Lopez II. He is survived by his wife Marianita Raquel Lopez, who he fell in love with when he was only 18. In the years that they were together since that young age they had three children, Salvador Lopez III (me), my brother Andres Gabriel Lopez, and my sister Savanah Alexis Lopez.
My family thanks you for your consideration and appreciates any contribution that you can make.
My father was only 41. His name was Salvador. In the 21 years of my life, he was there every day for my mother, and his children. I learned a great many things from my father- a strong work ethic, morals and values, how to respect a woman, and to be a good husband. I am sad that I never got the chance to show him that I learned how to be a good father, just as he was. In all the things that my father taught me, that he prepared me for in life- he did not prepare me to deal with having to bury him. The pain and sadness is more than enough to overcome in the moment, and I honestly do not know where to turn- or who to ask- so I came here in hopes of finding the help I need in this moment. I am the oldest son, and I am responsible for figuring this out. So, I turn to you. I hope that you can find it in your hearts to help us.
As I grew up, my father was constantly working- trying to make a better life for our family. Like many young men who have children very young, the first thing that a man must do, is find work to support his young family. My father worked hard for many years as a truck driver until he was able to realize his dream job, with the United States Customs and Border Protection, as a K9 Officer. He served his country for the last nine years in that capacity.
I was 12 years old when he joined. Those were very influential years in my life. My father’s patriotism, and dedication to his career are what motivated me to join the Marine Corps. I wanted to show my father that I understood the lessons that he had taught me. Being their first born, I wanted to show my parents that I had learned the lessons that they had instilled me as I grew up. I wanted to make them proud because of those three simple words… I love you. I love you. I love you.
Here I am today, tears in my eyes, thinking- Dad I love you; remembering the last time we talked, and how, at the end, the familiar close- I Love You. I love my father, as did a great many people. He was the type of man who would do anything for anyone. He would always go out of his way to help others, and he taught his children to do the same.
I am only 21. He passed away on Sunday the 21st. I was born when he was 20 Numbers. Numbers, ages, characters, spaces… Our life is filled with numbers, and now, the cost of burying my father with honor and dignity, and settling his accounts so as to not burden my mother. Not too many at the young age of 41 plans for their death. My father was a dedicated man, he like many his age still felt that the greatest years of life were in front of him. His death is sudden, it is unexpected, and it is not something he planned to leave for my mother or I to be responsible for. With the greatest gratitude, I turn to you all in hopes that you can help me bury my father, and settle his accounts.
My Father is Salvador Lopez II. He is survived by his wife Marianita Raquel Lopez, who he fell in love with when he was only 18. In the years that they were together since that young age they had three children, Salvador Lopez III (me), my brother Andres Gabriel Lopez, and my sister Savanah Alexis Lopez.
My family thanks you for your consideration and appreciates any contribution that you can make.
Organizer
Sal Lopez
Organizer
Jamul, CA