I will always remember my Tio Ernesto as a Baseball Fan, he always was talking about baseball and sports with me and my dad. My tio was an excellent person and I'll be always thankful for all the support and love my uncle gave us. Thank you Tio Ernesto for everything, I'll always love you.

After I saw the pictures, I started to cry. I don't have a lot of memories about my uncle because last time I went to United States I was like 9 years old, but I do remember that he was a very peaceful and helpful man. I wish I could be with my family right now but it's just impossible. I can't tell you that I know how you feel, but I know that he wouldn't want us to suffer. Now we have a beautiful angel up in the sky and I know that someday we will meet again. We will never forget you uncle Ernesto. Blessings, Kitzia.

When your father dies, you find yourself  at a loss for words.
You will cover your face with your hands and cry like you were six-years old, like the time you got lost on the way home from school and all the houses looked different and you couldn't find your way. That's how you'll cry.
If you knew it was coming, that your dad was going to die because he was so ill, you will lay your head down on your folded arms and weep. You will be tired and part of you will be grateful because nothing is worse than seeing the man who laughed and lifted you up and twirled you around confined to a hospital bed, silent and hurting.
At the funeral, you will wonder if you should say something or if you should just sit in the front row of the grievers and keep your hands folded in your lap. You will wonder if it is wise to have the young minister who never met your father talk about him  , using anecdotes you told him the night before. Would it be better if you eulogized your own father? Is that done? The funeral director instructs you to do what you feel your father would like. You don't know what that is. He never said.
Later, you will see that the people who have come to your father's funeral are chatting and socializing. You'll wonder why they don't feel lost and vacant. You'll hug each of them and thank them for coming and then you will wonder what else you should have done to give your father a proper farewell. You will feel like what you have done so far hasn't been substantial enough that your father deserved more but you don't know more of what.
At the end of the day, you will go home. Your family will be there , so you won't be alone. Your wife will love you ,  and your children  will scatter around .... as they do with talk and things that are happening the next day,(  things that require your presence. )  You can't float around feeling sorry for yourself. Just because you lost your father. 
So you wrap up your father and you put him in a picture. You keep the picture on the wall. When you are happy or not, you look at the picture and try to remember being a little boy and playing at the park with your father while he threw the ball to you a very long time ago. 
And I will remember you Dad.

You Loving Son.
Ernestito

When your father dies, I am at a loss for words.
You will cover your face with your hands and cry like you were six-years old, like the time you got lost on the way home from school and all the houses looked different and you couldn't find your way. That's how you'll cry.
If you knew it was coming, that your dad was going to die because he was so ill, you will lay your head down on your folded arms and weep. You will be tired and part of you will be grateful because nothing is worse than seeing the man who laughed and lifted you up and twirled you around confined to a hospital bed, silent and hurting.
At the funeral, you will wonder if you should say something or if you should just sit in the front row of the grievers and keep your hands folded in your lap. You will wonder if it is wise to have the young minister who never met your father talk about him using anecdotes you told him the night before. Would it be better if you eulogized your own father? Is that done? The funeral director instructs you to do what you feel your father would like. You don't know what that is. He never said.
Later, you will see that the people who have come to your father's funeral are chatting and socializing. You'll wonder why they don't feel lost and vacant. You'll hug each of them and thank them for coming and then you will wonder what else you should have done to give your father a proper farewell. You will feel like what you have done so far hasn't been substantial enough that your father deserved more but you don't know more of what.
At the end of the day, you will go home. Your family will be there so you won't be alone. Your wife will love you and your kids will scatter around as they do with talk and things that are happening the next day, things that require your presence. You can't float around feeling sorry for yourself. Just because you lost your father. 
So you wrap up your father and you put him in a picture. You keep the picture on the wall. When you are happy or not, you look at the picture and try to remember being a little boy and playing at the park with your father while he threw the ball to you a very long time ago. 
And I will remember you Dad.


You Loving Son.
                          Ernestito

Mi más sentido pésame para toda la familia,en verdad siento mucho la partida de Ernesto pues siempre fue un buen hombre y buen amigo,le vivo agradecido por como me trato en el tiempo que estuve por aya,lo mismo les agradezco a  la tía nena a Efrén,helen,angy y erik y a toda la familia,les mandó un fuerte abrazó y que dios tenga con el a Ernesto y a todos ustedes les de el consuelo que tanto nesesiten.dios los bendiga a todos ustedes

Tu recuerdo siempre estara con nosotros kisieramos aver podido ir pero no se pudo ya sera despues ke la luz divina te guie en tu camino hoy y siempre sAludos de la ashley desoluto y. Mios besos x. Siempre lorena

Tio fuiste como un padre para mi en los momentos mas dificiles de mi vida siempre me brindaste tu ayuda mis hijos encontraron. En ti un gran abuelo al que no podran jamas olvidar se que hoy descansas en los brazos amorosos de dios y un dia no muy lejano estaremos juntos te amo y siempre te llevare en mi corazon. Grandpa we love you so much and we going to miss you a lot.               Manny,janelle y mom

I hit a coyote while driving to Buena Park one night. In the morning my tio looked at all the damage on my car and removed the bits of fur still left and proceeded to fix my bumper that was  falling off with wire and duct tape, saying "This is how Mexicans fix things!"  With warmth and Love, Sophia

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Ernesto Z. Santos

11 noviembre, 1933 – 18 marzo, 2014

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