ForeverMissed
Rito Perez fallecio de COVID-19 en Enero 24, 2021 a la edad de 74 años. Originario de El Tesorero, Zacatecas y hijo de Jose y Maximina Perez, deja detrás tres hijos - Rodolfo, Gonzalo, Horacio, su esposa - Elvira, dos hermanos - Leopoldo, Leandro y su hermana - Maria Felix.

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Rito Perez passed away from COVID-19 on January 24, 2021 at the age of 74. Born in El Tesorero, Zacatecas son of Jose and Maximina Perez, he leaves behind three sons - Rodolfo, Gonzalo, Horacio, his wife - Elvira, two brothers - Leopoldo, Leandro and his sister - Maria Felix.

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En lugar de arreglos florales, la familia pide que se den donaciones en memoria de Rito Cid Perez ala organizacion:

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Latino Community Foundation LOVE NOT FEAR FUND (RESPUESTA COVID-19)


Posted by Rodolfo Perez on February 14, 2021
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.
Posted by Karin Woods on February 12, 2021
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
Posted by Jorge Perez on February 11, 2021
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






Posted by Horacio Perez on February 11, 2021
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
Posted by RICKIE SPENCER on February 11, 2021
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 
Posted by javier escamilla on February 9, 2021
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.

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Posted by Rodolfo Perez on February 14, 2021
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.
Posted by Karin Woods on February 12, 2021
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
Posted by Jorge Perez on February 11, 2021
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






his Life
Mi Papa fallecio de COVID-19 en Enero 24, 2021 a la edad de 74 años. Originario de El Tesorero, Zacatecas y hijo de Jose y Maximina Perez, deja detras tres hijos - Rodolfo, Gonzalo, Horacio, su esposa - Elvira, dos hermanos - Leopoldo, Leandro y su hermana - Maria Felix.

Aunque te sienta cerca, extrañare tus consejos, tus llamadas por el telefono y nuestras visitas juntos los fines de semana. No te digo adios, si no hasta que nos volvamos a encontrar.
- Rodolfo

Recent stories
Shared by Gonzalo Perez on February 13, 2021
I will post stories of my Dad which really helped guide me in my journey through life.  Through these stories I hope to share what made my Dad such a great person.  I will first share a story about the strength of dealing with grief.
When I was 24 years old, my mother, who was only 45 years old, became very ill and had to be transported to the Hospital by ambulance.  After she underwent surgery, we were eventually told that she was not going to recover.  My dad, my two brothers and I were together at the hospital as we waited for my mother to pass away.  While we waited for her final breath, my brothers and I were told that my grandfather Jose had passed away in Mexico.  This was my Dad’s father.  We were given this information because they were leaving it up to us (my brothers and I) to make the decision about telling my Dad.  My brothers and I knew we had to tell him.       
My brothers and I were losing my mother and grandfather and we were devastated.  My Dad was losing his wife and his father on this day.  The exact details leading up to us telling him seems like a blur.  I remember we asked my dad to walk outside the hospital with us.  Once outside we told him that we had more bad news for him.  He asked how it could be worse.  We told him that his father had just passed away.  I expected him to curse this day, to feel sorry for himself, to ask why this was all happening to him, because this was actually how I felt.  My dad cried some more after we told him and he said maybe it was best that all bad things happen to him on the same day.  I did not believe the strength my dad had at that moment.  It made me stronger to hear him say that.  
Dad, I look back on that day and I use it to give me the strength to deal with your death now.  I am not going to feel sorry for myself, I will not curse the day, I will not ask why.  I will make myself a better person and I will always have you in my mind and heart.  I will live to enjoy life and to make it better for the people that I can.  I thank God he made me your son and for the time we had together. 
Always, you loving son.  

Shared by Linda Lopez on February 12, 2021
Mi tío una excelente persona siempre alegre y con un respeto grandísimo hacia los demás y con un gran corazón. Jamas  seme a olvidado de mis tíos Rito y mi tía gloria que cuando iban a mexico a vicitar  mis abuelitos y nosotras íbamos a mirarlos ellos siempre eran muy cariñosos con nosotros y nos llevaban un regalito y la pasábamos muy bien con mis primos.

Despues cuando mi mamá se fue mi tío siempre estuvo  al pendiente de nosotros siempre nos llamaba para saber cómo estábamos ,un día fuimos a su casa con mi tía Elvira y mi tía felixrecuerdo que estaban cosiendo nopalitos de su huerto pero,como todavía no estaban fue y nos trajo pizza siempre muy amable mi tío siempre recordaré su hermosa sonrisa lo vamos  a extrañar muchísimo pero siempre estará en mi corazón y le doy gracias a mi tía Elvira por cuidar siempre de él y a mis primos les digo que los quiero mucho mi tío fue un padre exemplar ❤️
Shared by Ivan Rios on February 11, 2021
Like my brother Horacio said you were a big part of our early childhood all the way up until now. I remember the days of going to Bob's burgers after church having a family meal feeling like a real family and the times you would take me to my little league games and practice. You didn't have to take us in but you did and for that you will always have a special place in my heart. To me you were never a step dad you were our dad too. Even when i was having problems with my biological dad or just problems in general you always were there to hear me out and give advice. I loved hearing your stories about your cars and seeing your art was always inspired me to draw again. You were a great man an honorable man and i will miss you.