Labor Day 2016. This picture hits me hard because this is the very last picture I took of him before he passed away barely a month later. :( 

Dad will always be boricua. He loved Puerto Rico and the family there very much especially his parents.(my grandparents) 

One thing I'll always remember about my father was the time he pretty much saved my life after I split my head open after crashing into the wall while playing in the house. After I realized I was bleeding badly dad without hesitation picked me up and immediately took me to the emergency room. I remember my mother telling me that dad told her that the hole in my head was so deep that he was able to see the inside of my head. When all was said and done I needed 7 stitches to close my wound.  I believe in that night he saved my life. I owe my father my life and gratitude for everything he did for me to be the person I am.