Give Silvano Arvizu Nieto the Funeral He Deserves

I stand before you with a heavy heart, trying to find the right words to honor a man who was a father, friend, and a son. My dad, Silvano Arvizu Nieto, was 38 years old when he left us—my brother and me. My dad was found dead inside his truck, no one deserves that. Though we didn’t always see eye to eye, he was still our dad. I’ll always wonder what our relationship could’ve been if we had more time — or if we had tried harder.

The hardest part of all this is that the last phone call I received from him wasn’t one filled with anger or distance. I told him I was busy and would call him later, but I never did. I wish I had set aside my life, my worries, and made the time to talk to him. But now, I can’t go back, and that regret is something I will carry with me forever. Our relationship wasn’t perfect, and I know there were things left unsaid. We had our differences, and our relationship wasn’t easy. But deep down, I know he loved me, and I loved him in my own way. And now, in the midst of all this pain, I find myself wishing I could’ve had more time — more time to understand him, more time to heal the wounds, more time to do better. I’m standing here, heartbroken, because I didn’t get that time. This isn’t just for him — it’s for us; I hope that, in some way, this moment can be a step towards healing, and getting the closure my brother and I need. A father, no matter how complicated the relationship is, deserves to be honored.

Unfortunately, as an 18-year-old college student, I don’t have the means to properly lay him to rest. I’m asking for help — from anyone who is able — to raise the funds necessary to give my dad a proper and respectful funeral. I understand that everyone has their own struggles. If you find it in your heart to help, I would be so grateful. No donation is too small, and every little bit brings me closer to giving him the send-off he deserves.

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Estoy ante ustedes con el corazón partido, tratando de encontrar las palabras adecuadas para honrar a un padre, amigo e hijo. Mi papá, Silvano Arvizu Nieto, tenía 38 años cuando nos dejó a mi hermano y a mí. Mi papá fue encontrado muerto dentro de su camioneta, nadie se merece eso. Aunque no siempre estuvimos de acuerdo, él seguía siendo nuestro padre. Siempre me preguntaré que habría sido de nuestra relación si hubiéramos tenido más tiempo.

La parte más difícil de todo esto es que la última llamada telefónica que recibí de él no estaba llena de enojo o distanciamiento. Le dije que estaba ocupado y que lo llamaría más tarde, pero nunca lo hice. Desearía haber hecho el tiempo para hablar con él. Pero ahora no puedo volver atrás y ese arrepentimiento es algo que llevaré conmigo para siempre.

Desafortunadamente, como estudiante universitario de 18 años, no tengo los medios para darle un descanso adecuado. Estoy pidiendo ayuda, para recaudar los fondos necesarios para brindarle a mi papá un funeral adecuado y respetuoso. Entiendo que cada uno tiene sus propias luchas. Si encuentras en tu corazón el deseo de ayudar, te lo agradecería mucho. Ninguna donación es demasiado pequeña y cada pequeña contribución me acerca a darle la despedida que se merece.