It’s been three years already, and with each year you’re missed more and more. We miss your smile, your jokes, late night card game and our rides to the montes. Holidays are tough ... wish heaven had a phone so we could hear your voice again. I thought of you today, but that’s nothing new. I thought of you yesterday and days before that, too. I think of you in silence and often speak your name. All I have are memories and pictures in a frame. Never, ever forgotten, but very, very missed.
Dad, we love you,
Mom and the Gallegos Nation