Pablo Villalon Perez

January 25, 1939 - July 21, 2025

Pablo V. Perez was born on January 25, 1939, in Santa Rosa, Texas, and passed away on July 21, 2025, at the age of 86. In Pasadena, Texas, is where he built a life grounded in hard work, unwavering love, quiet strength, and deep dedication to his family and community.

Pablo was preceded in death by his daughter Vivian Marie Perez, son Daniel "Danny" Perez; his beloved parents, Ezequiel and Anita Perez; and his siblings Ermelinda, Santos, Gilberto, Roberto, Ismael, and Guadalupe.

He is survived by his nine children: Josie, David Perez, Pablo Perez Jr., Esequiel Perez, Pamela Perez, Israel Perez, Pati Bustamante and her husband Joaquin Bustamante Sr., Tina Perez, and Michael Perez and his wife Daysi Perez.

He was a devoted grandfather to 28 grandchildren: Catherine, Thomas, Dominique, Alexander, Cassandra, Manuel, Joseph, Vanessa, Brandon, Alicia, Vivian, Marissa, Mariah, Gyana, Frank Jr., Natalie, Julissa, Siara, Sarina, Joaquin II, Sofia, Samantha, Zyriah, Marco, Gloria, Michael Jr., Emely, and Xavier. He was also a proud great-grandfather to 10 great-grandchildren: Hudson, Cameron, Michael-Ace, Avery, Sophia, Kanaan, Mylah, Camila, Julian, and Jeweliet.

He is also survived by his loving sisters: Adela Rodriguez, Aurora Villanueva, Esther Armadillo, Juanita Perez, and Alicia Hernandez.

Throughout his life, Pablo embodied selflessness, resilience, and integrity. He was married twice and was the father of ten children, whom he raised with strength and love-often on his own. Despite the challenges, he provided for his family with quiet determination, and his children and grandchildren are a living testament to his sacrifice and devotion.

Pablo worked the same job for over 30 years at Simpson Paper Company, showing up every day with a strong work ethic and a sense of duty. Outside of work, he was always fixing things—he had a gift for taking what others discarded and making it useful again.

Whether it was a broken fan, table, or chair, he'd restore it and give it to someone in need.

He learned to fish as a young boy from his father, Ezequiel, and spent countless days fishing with his younger brother Guadalupe "Lupe" in Corpus Christi. He cherished those times and carried that love of the outdoors throughout his life.

He took pride in his yard, always keeping it neat and well cared for. He was the kind of neighbor everyone respected and could count on—ready to lend a tool, a hand, or a few words of wisdom. And he always had the right tool for the job, especially when it came to working on cars in his driveway.

Some of Pablo's best days were spent surrounded by his family, barbecuing in the backyard, telling stories, and enjoying a cold beer. He loved the noise, the laughter, and the togetherness. It wasn't fancy—but it was everything.

Pablo was tough without being loud, kind without being soft. He was a straight-shooter—he told it like it was. And while he may not have been a man of many words, everything he did showed love. He lived the message of 1 Peter 4:10: "Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others."

His presence was a steady warmth in the lives of those who knew him. A world without him may feel colder, quieter, and unfamiliar-but he lives on in the lessons he taught, the love he gave, and the lives he helped shape.

Rest easy, Dad. We'll carry it from here.