Tres años hoy, y no cabe duda el hueco enorme que dejo la partida de mi Padre. Aunque no podramos abrazar nos y platicar como antes , mi consuelo es tener la presencia di mi Madre y Padre en mis Hermanos y en los recuerdos que cargo muy dentro en mi corazon. Hasta que nos volvamos a re-encotrar, hasta entonces seguire extranando lo que perdimos. Un abrazo hasta el cielo.

Happy Birthday to someone I never met BUT if he is Horacio's dad he must have been a great guy. Horacio and my son, Ryan, met at UCLA in 1995 and ended up being roommates so almost 27 years ago. They are still in touch and Horacio was even in Ryan's wedding, so like I said, I never met his dad but I know he must have been great.  xox 

Hi Horacio, It is hard to believe that a year has gone by since you lost your dad but for you it might seem like yesterday....NEVER easy to lose a parent since they have been with you since you were born. Since we have been cooped up for so long, you would think time would go by more slowly but it seems to be just the opposite. I felt so bad when Ryan told me that you were hit with the virus this time but was happy that Ryan got to see you while here. We had a great visit for about 7 weeks. Hope you are all recovered by now. xox Rickie

A todos nuestros familiares, amigos y conocidos, gracias por todo el apoyo que hemos recibido de ustedes y por compartir con nostros sus recuerdos de mi Papa. Esta ya con mi Mama y hoy, en este dia de San Valentin, los recuerdo y les doy honor a los dos.

To all our family, friends and acquaintances,thank you for all of the support we have received and for sharing with us your memories of of my Dad. He is now with my Mom and today, on Saint Valentine's Day, I remember them and honor them both.

To Horacio, and your brothers.
It is obvious your father worked hard at keeping you Boys together, making sure you would grow as kind, happy, independent men - Good men.

You are his legacy and the pictures rotating on that page shows how proud he was of his Family. I personally believe the Dead are invisible, not absent.

Once the sadness becomes more bearable, Rhett and I would really like to hear more about him and laugh with you about all these good (and funny) memories you started sharing. In the meantime, just call or text as needed.

Rhett & Karin

Rito was my dads cousin from el Tesorero. My memory or Rito goes back to Jomulquillo, Mexico when I was about 6 years old I remember he had his 67’ chevelle Malibu parked in front of my great grandma’s house. I thought it was such a cool car. A few years later my sister and I rode the bus with him all the way from Jerez to Tijuana where my dad was going to pick us up. My parents had a lot of respect and trust in him. When I was in elementary school we moved next door and he would give us a ride to school in the same cool 67’ chevelle Malibu I had seen in Mexico.

I had open heart surgery over a year a go.
Rito called me a few weeks after,he kept the conversation short because he said he knew what I was going through since he had a surgery to remove a tumor. Me dijo que me quería mucho y que sus muchachos también me querían mucho, that really means a lot to me.
It was great building the “baby Malibu” go cart with Rito and Horacio.
I will always mis him

Jorge Perez

When I was around 10, my cousin Jorge and I were in the alley trying to cobble together some sort of go-kart with a shopping cart, some wood and an old rope. We were trying to cut the tires off of the cart, with some tools we had no business using. When my apá found us, he laughed. Not in the “laughing at us” sort of way but more in the sort of way that he was impressed that we were even trying. I heard that happy laugh that came with his smile throughout the years as I got older. It was always encouraging. To me it meant that he was happy and proud.

He let us 10 year old mocosos handle these dangerous tools as we tried to hacksaw the tires off for far longer than was safe. He watched, offering pointers. Finally, after losing the long battle with the shopping cart, he asked us if we needed some help. We gladly accepted. My apá had pieced together entire bikes out of random parts for years and was very handy when it came to building all sorts of things, especially with wood. He was a crafty and artsy guy.

We described what we were trying to build and showed him a book we had found in the Anaheim Public Library called “The Buffy-Porson - a car you can build and drive”. This machine wasn’t something that could be built with a rope and shopping cart wheels. Once he saw the plan, he may have been more excited than my cousin Jorge and I were to get started. Over the next few weeks, after work, on the weekends, whenever he had any free time, we would all get together and build this Cadillac of soapbox racers. We went on so many trips to hardware stores and lumber yards. We were trying to find just the right parts and picking out the best wood planks to use. The book was all in English, so part of my job was to translate. The other parts of Jorge and my duties were learning how to measure and mark the wood correctly in order to make the correct cuts. He let us do it, but always double checked our work. He was a perfectionist. On occasion he let us cut some tricky angles with the skilsaw. It was probably not the safest tool for 10-year-olds, but it was so gratifying. My apá would laugh and smile when we did a good job.

A few weeks later we were ready to paint! He had a 1967 Chevy Malibu SS and we decided to deviate from the plans in the book and make this soapbox racing machine look as much like the Malibu as we could. We found some blue paint that matched the Malibu and added extra touches of chrome here and there including a Malibu emblem in the back.

Jorge and I had our own mini-Malibu and it was ready to ride! Next, we needed to find some hills since it was a downhill racer. Apá loaded up the baby Malibu into the large trunk of the bigger Malibu. We had to take the wheels off and tie the trunk down. Who hasn’t seen a muscle car with a mini version of itself sticking out of the trunk? We went to a regional park with plenty of hills and roads to put the baby Malibu to the test. We raced this beautiful machine up and down the park’s hills, nonstop. Apá laughed and smiled for hours, as he watched Jorge and I almost wreck the baby Malibu several times. It didn’t matter, we were all so happy.

We crashed, repaired and finally outgrew the baby Malibu over the years, but we always kept it close. My junior year in college, I refurbished it as a hot-rod coffee table for our apartment. I painted it black with flames shooting out from the front. My apá laughed and smiled again, we were both happy it was coming out of storage. Little did this car know what it would have to endure in an apartment full of college guys.

About four years ago, as life has a way of getting more complicated and stressful, my apá and I decided to really rebuild this Buffy-Porson to spec. He knew it would be good for me, that I needed it. He had fully recovered from having a benign brain tumor removed a couple of years earlier, so maybe he needed it too.

The beat up, beer-soaked frame of the once magnificent soapbox racer was rotting in the back shed. It was time to make it shine again.

The first step was to find a copy of the book “Buffy-Porson a car you can build and drive”. I never returned the original copy back to the Anaheim Public Library (sorry) so I knew it wasn’t there. Luckily the internet provides, and I found another copy online. With a copy of the book in hand, I would fly down from San Francisco a few weekends throughout that summer. It was like I was 10 years old again hanging out with my apá going to hardware stores and finding just the perfect pieces. To do this with my apá once, as a 10 year old mocoso, was such a gift. To be able to spend this type of time with my apá again, as a 40 year old mocoso, was truly priceless. We were like kids in a candy store all over again.

We rebuilt that soapbox racer exactly as it was depicted in the book. It was almost perfect. The missing detail was the number 2 that went on the side of the car. I cut out the vinyl decals and Rebecca and I flew down from SF for my niece’s birthday in the park. Apá loaded The Buffy-Porson up in the back of his truck and took it to the park. My apá, brothers and I all helped put the finishing touches on the Buffy-Porson.

My niece, Iris and nephew, Jordan drove the soapbox racer like champs! Apá laughed and smiled non-stop as his grandkids drove it up and down the park again. He was happy and proud. I’ll always remember him as a happy and proud father with that beautiful laugh and smile. He showed me how to use a skilsaw, but by being my apá, what he really showed me was how to be towards others, how to be like him.

I love and miss you apá.

Horacio Perez

Hi Horacio, I was so sad when Ryan told me that you lost your dad as a result of this terrible virus. I remember so well when you suddenly lost your mom at the beginning of your sophomore year at UCLA when you and Ryan were roommates. I know he felt so bad for you both times. I enjoyed looking at all of the photos on his page even tho I didn't know everyone. It says there have been 541 Views so he must have been a great man just like you....sorry that we never got to meet him.  Take care! Russ and Rickie 

Siempre recuerdo a mi tio con una sonrisa, cuando lo saludaba me miraba fijo como buscando en mis facciones las de nuestra familia.
Cada vez que nos volviamos a ver sus abrazos eran sinceros y siempre me decía "ya estas mas grande"
Cuando mi papa murió hablabamos todo el tiempo, preoucupado siempre por "Felix" mi mamá que estaba sola.
Siempre lo recordaré como una persona fina, amable y respetuosa, y siempre tratando de protejer a la familia.
Me uno a el luto que deja y les dejo un abrazo fuerte de consuelo a mis primos Rodolfo, Gonzalo y Horacio, y a su esposa Elvira.
Javier Mauricio Escamilla Pérez.