Francisco Giro Andreo

On March 9th, 1961 in the city of De Avila Cuba. Francisco Giro Andreo was born through the union of Antonio Giro and Rosa Andreo. Francisco was one of eleven brothers and sisters. He is survived by his brothers and sisters Paula, Maria, Marta, Hemelinda, Oaga, Oscar, Lazaro, and Zuri: also by his wife Loretta Hyde, and many other families and friends. Francisco, or as he was calles Ciso was from a little village in Cuba. But, little did he know he would ultimately live a life of love and adventure. Unfortunately, in his early years, his parents passed away, and was then raised by his grandmother, Alicia Andreo Ruiz. As time went on Francisco attended the school of De Lapen a la Carmen and the Alfredo Gutierrez School. But, he had a passion for the life of a bull rider and competed in rodeo tournaments. As he would say it himself. "I was a real cowboy". Soon however, his journey would take him across the ocean at the tender age of nineteen years old. Francisco took a boat and travelled from Cuba to America during a time when migration to America was a risk. When the boat finally reached the shores of America, he knew he would have to place his feet on the land before the offices took hold of him, or he would have been arrested. Some who travelled with him did not make it, but he was able to place his feet on the soil and was given the right to stay in America. As his new life began abroad, he never forgot his passion of bull riding and would travel across the states to compete in rodeos. He boasted of how long he could stay on the bulls. As said before, Francisco's life was full of love and adventure, and would soon meet his wife, Loretta Hyde. A woman who also made her way to America from her own country, and fate would allow them to find each other. They settled down together and the rest is history. As they spent their years together. Francisco always remembered his country, and had another dream. He dreamed that he would one day return to Cuba and be the owner of a prosperous farm. He would have cows, pigs, chickens, horses, and be the cowboy he always was. We celebrate the life that was given to him today and always. And although he may not have seen his farm today, we hope that he will see a greater one in the Kingdom of Heaven.