Memorial for Edgar Rios
On July 26, 1963, a special person was born. His name was Betzu Edgar Rios, but I called him dad. He was born in Lima, Peru and came to the US at a young age to live the American dream. Being undocumented and not fully knowing how to speak in English, he created a business. He pushed himself and kept going even though he didn’t know if it would succeed. He wouldn’t allow himself to give up. He was a happy, funny, strong, and hard working man who made sure his family was taken care of. Early December 2020, our family got COVID. We spent the next couple of weeks together as a family, enjoying each others company and trying to get better. On December 24, 2020 he was hospitalized because he was having difficulty breathing. The virus had taken over and caused pneumonia. We thought he was only going to be there for a few days, but things started to get more complicated as time passed. It was hard because we weren’t able to visit him due to COVID regulations. On February 16, 2021 we were finally able to visit my dad at the Centennial Hills Hospital. It was a very emotional moment because we wanted to bring him home with us, but we couldn’t. After fighting hard and being at the hospital for 2 months and 3 days, his soul left his body. It has been difficult to believe this reality, but we know he is happy, at peace, and no longer suffering. We created this go fund me so those who can and would like to donate, can help us with his cremation, his beautiful memorial service, and to help us take his ashes and spread them in his homeland in Peru. He always dreamed about going back to his country to visit Machu Picchu and the last time I got to see him I promised him I would take him there. Our goal is to climb the Andes mountains to release a part of him on Inca grounds so he can always be there. If you would like to donate we really appreciate every penny or share you post to spread the word. Thank you all.
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En Julio 26, 1963 nació alguien especial. Se llamaba Betzu Edgar Rios, pero yo le llamaba papá. El nació en Lima, Peru y el vino a los Estados Unidos cuando era joven para vivir el sueño Americano. Siendo indocumentado sin saber mucho Inglés, el creó un negocio. El se esforzó para seguir adelante sin saber si iba lograr ser exitoso. Nunca se dejaba caer. El era feliz, chistoso, fuerte, un buen trabajador, y siempre se aseguraba que su familia estaba bien. Al principio del mes de Diciembre 2020, nuestra familia se enfermó del COVID. De ahí la pasamos juntos disfrutando nuestra compañía mientras nos recuperábamos. En Diciembre 24, 2020 el fue hospitalizado porque tuvo dificultades para respirar. El virus le dio fuerte que le causó pneumonia. Nosotros pensamos que nomás iba estar unos días, pero se empezó a complicar mientras el tiempo pasaba. Fue duro porque no lo podíamos visitar por las regulaciones del COVID. En febrero 16, 2021 finalmente lo pudimos visitar en Centenial hills hospital. Fue un momento emociónala porque lo queríamos llevar a casa pero no podíamos. Después de pelear duró por 2 meses y 3 días, su espíritu se fue de su cuerpo. A sido difícilmente creer esta realidad, pero se que está feliz, en paz, sin sufrimiento. Creamos este GoFundMe por si quieran y pueden ayudarnos con su cremación, su servicio, y para ayudarnos a llevar su cenizas a Perú para regarlas allá. El siempre soñó de regresar a su país para poder visitar Machu Picchu y la última vez que lo mire le promise que lo iba llevar. Nuestra meta es de poder subir las montañas de Andes para poder liberar una parte de él en la tierra de los Incas para que una parte de el esté ahí. Si les gustaría donar, apreciamos cada centavo o cada vez que compartan esto para pasar la voz. Muchas gracias a todos.