Another year missing my brother.  We will see him soon in Paradise.  Revelation 21:3, 4

Always missing my beloved brother.   Waiting on Jehovah's promise of the resurrection.   Revelation 21:3,4

Hello Again, 
I just got to thinking about the 1978 date I provided  earlier and it’s inaccurate.  My Mom Vinita and Jimmie Perez Jr were married in June of 1976  and two years later my beautiful sister and Best Friend  Isabel M. Perez was born  on December 1978. If I remember correctly Xavier was maybe a year or two older than her if that. You see we have tons of catching up to do.   May Jehovah continually embrace  and comfort you and all your little ones.

Much Love

In 1978 we were warmly welcomed into both the Perez and Galvan Families.  Although my memories of Uncle Rey are very few, they are most worthy of sharing.  At only 8 yrs old my little world was transitioning into unfamiliar territory at every level.  After seven years of being raised by a single parent my mom got married to Jimmie Perez Jr.  We moved to Corpus Christi, Texas. So basically: New Dad, New State, New Culture (which I wouldnt’ change ever and accept it as my own).  New School, New Congreation etc... Needless to say I was very shy.  That being said we were soon acquainted with Rey and Belen and their two little children.  They were always kind and hospitable and I remember that Rey was always kind and gentle and would actually talk to me a kid. He showed personal interest in me and we all know how HUGE that is ! Rey always made me laugh and feel comfortable and I just loved it when we spent time with Rey and Belen.  Due to many moves and relocating out of State I lost contact but those little moments from many many years ago are held so close to my heart and I look forward to telling Rey personally real soon how much I appreciate His kindness and his ability to make people smile and be refreshed and loved , So Unlce Rey get a little bit of rest  for now because  once Jehovah awakens you  we have so much to catch up on and thank Jehovah for giving us forever because we’re going to need it!  
Belen- thank you for being such an Amazing Kind Sweet person . Jehovah will hold you close and care for you and your every need.  Our prayers of love and strength and courage are constant for you and the family and dear friends 

Wendy Smith’
Portland, Oregon


My Brother -In- Law Rey Galvan was a very thoughtful caring man.  I remember an occasion in my youth very young age when I was about 12 years old .  At the lowest point of my young life was recooperating from a paralizing desease after getting out of the hospital  months later  he came to my house him and my sister Belen  and he called me to the Living Room and told me he had a gift for me.  He handed me a little box with a watch inside.   He brought  a big smile to my life and cheered me up.   A few years later in my teenage years he tooked me "just him and I" to a High Sch Football Game. Ray Miller Game. And he took the time to explain the game to me and treated me with snacks at the game.  About 4 years ago at his house visiting he gave me a cap of" safety recognition" from his retired State Job of many years as a gift in whiched I wore just couple days ago in his memory.   This moments of his generosity and taking time to cheer me up will be cherished with my memory of my brother-n-law forever.  Until paradise my brother.  Love you bro   
Rick DeLaFuente

For those of you who knew my dad, he was a man of few words.  When he did say something it was usually something humorous.  I’ll always remember our nightly routine growing up, “good night daddy, love you daddy, did you take your pills?” Me and my sister always shouting those words from the top of our lungs, because he always told us if he didn’t take his pills he would turn into a werewolf.  It wasn’t until we were much older before we realized it was his epilepsy medicine and if he didn’t take it, he would have a seizure that night.  Though those times were few, his attacks sometimes coincided when something tramatic would happen in mine or my sisters lives.   Just another way we knew he cared.   You could never get an accurate feeling of how HE was feeling, but he always tried to make YOU feel better regardless of how he felt.  He always put everyone else first.  Over the years we learned how to read him, and we KNEW that he loved us without him even having to say a word.  Even today we are still finding out how true this is.   Going through his things, looking for important papers, we have found so many different ways he took care of us, thought about us, as well as things he kept and held dearly.  To one, these things may have seemed so insignificant,  to him they were memories and to us they mean the world.  My dad had a lot of hardships in his life starting at a very young age, and despite various limitations over the years, he never stopped serving Jehovah, who my mom, sister and I all still proudly serve today.  If anybody has a story, please do not hesitate to share.   There is so much more about this great man that we would love to be able to talk to my mom about.

For those of you who knew my dad, he was a man of few words.  When he did say something it was usually something humorous.  I’ll always remember our nightly routine growing up, “good night daddy, love you daddy, did you take your pills?” Because he always told us if he didn’t take his pills he would turn into a werewolf.  AND we believed him!  It wasn’t until we were much older before we realized it was his epilepsy medicine and if he didn’t take it, he would have a seizure that night.  Though those times were few, his attacks sometimes coincided when something tramatic would happen in mine or my sisters lives.   Just another way we knew he cared.   You could never get an accurate feeling of how HE was feeling, but he always tried to make YOU feel better regardless of how he felt.  He always put everyone else first.  Over the years we learned how to read him, and we KNEW that he loved us without him even having to say a word.  Even today we are still finding out how true this is.   Going through his things, looking for important papers, we have found so many different ways he took care of us, thought about us, as well as things he kept and held dearly.  To one, these things may have seemed so insignificant,  to him they were memories and to us they mean the world.  My dad had a lot of hardships in his life starting at a very young age, and despite various limitations over the years, he never stopped serving Jehovah, who my mom, sister and I all still proudly serve today.   Being that my dad was a man of few words, if anybody has a story about him, please feel free to share those stories with us.  There is so much more about this great man that we would love to be able to talk to my mom about.

If I had a million years, I still could never imagine losing you....you were my best friend, my “daddy”, the man I would vent to, and you would just patiently listen without judgment...we would sit for ours watching westerns and game shows...you were the hardest working man I ever met.  I worried about you everyday of my life. I am so happy that I had the opportunity to tell you I love you and talk to you everyday to make sure you were okay.  It’s funny how the few days before this happened,  I spoke to you and saw you more than the normal...I keep wanting my phone to ring and it be you .....I love you Dad, until we see you again ...be ready for our hugs and kisses and even more from Xavier and Mom.....thank you for everything we will never forget you.....

What a family loss! Rey was a good brother, and just even-keeled. I remember Rey helping me with talks in the Spanish speaking congregation.  He helped me lay down ideas, and scriptures to make it work out.  His laughter, joking around, and making light of what seemed to be serious matter always gave me a better perspective of how Jehovah has matters in His hand. He and Belen raised 2 great children that are now raising their own to love Jehovah. May Jehovah continue to bless you all, and help us all in coping with our loss. 

I loved my brother very much.  We spent many happy times growing up in the old neighborhood.  He was my "partner in crime" and had Mom looking for us everywhere while we hid underneath the house!!  We would ride our bikes together, climb trees together and catch bugs together...which I stopped doing a long time ago!  One time we decided to swing on the porch swing backwards...our mouths were filled with taffy and bubble gum...well sure enough the swing flipped and threw us over onto the dirt...You should have seen our faces!!!  Not a pretty sight.  I will miss Rey dearly and look forward to seeing him in the resurrection on an earthly new world where we'll never have to die.  (Revelation 21:3, 4)

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Reynaldo Galvan

10 April, 1946 – 3 June, 2018

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