My dad was the best father ever, he was a very humble and hard working man. Always lending a helping hand.. He was the type of person who would take his shirt off his back to give to someone in need. He was the oldest of his family who was born in Mexico. He left his house at the age of sixteen to come to the United States to help his family. Became a police officer in Tijuana Baja California, also lived in Texas, he would always tell us the story of a couple that took him in and cared for him like their own son. He was a landscaper for a living and when we where kids he would take us out for drives to all the places he would plant these huge big trees.  He would say to us, we planted these trees, we would look at them and they were huge trees, my father left us with alot of beautiful memories and alot of beautiful huge trees throughout southern California...