My grandpa was the man anyone wish they could be one day. His love for his family was shown through his actions, his friendships were abundant, but most importantly his faith was the strongest anyone could imagine. Every year around Christmas time I remember watching him set up his beautiful Christmas light all over the house and making the whole neighborhood smile. My grandpa valued those smiles more than anything because he knew it was all due to the celebration for the birth of Jesus. He wasn’t a rich man that could buy me all the newest toys, he was better. He used his immense creativity to build kites with me to fly and build living room forts with nothing more than blankets and clothespins. These simple childhood experiences will be some of my favorite memories I have from the time I’ve been blessed with my grandpa. I know he’s smiling from above with his loved ones as he continues to make family out of everyone he gets to meet and love.

But some of the best days were when he would sing his extra high pitched happy birthday song, the one that every family member came to know and love. 

He was the strongest and hardest working man I’ve known, even through all of life’s struggles. With limited schooling and education, he knew what an opportunity the chance at an education was. He taught all his grandchildren the value of having an education, the meaning of “family is everything”, having faith in God always, and remembering where you came from. 

Thank you, grandpa, for being the best example of a great man. Thank you for being there for every moment and being each of our biggest supporter in everything that we did. No doubt, you’ll continue watching over us in the many moments to come in our lives with that big smile, your Hawaiian shirt, and your giant old-school video camera you would always carry around. Grandpa, we will always miss you. But we all have so many wonderful memories to hang on to. You were a role model, and all your grandchildren’s biggest inspiration. Your guidance and love will carry us through each day always.

So let us celebrate Grandpa Polo’s life and continue his legacy. Te queremos mucho, abuelito! We all know you’re already making friends with everyone you meet up there.


But some of the best days were when he would sing his extra high pitched happy birthday song, the one that every family member came to know and love. 

He was the strongest and hardest working man I’ve known, even through all of life’s struggles. With limited schooling and education, he knew what an opportunity the chance at an education was. He taught all his grandchildren the value of having an education, the meaning of “family is everything”, having faith in God always, and remembering where you came from. 

Thank you, grandpa, for being the best example of a great man. Thank you for being there for every moment and being each of our biggest supporters in everything that we did. No doubt, you’ll continue watching over us in the many moments to come in our lives with that big smile, your Hawaiian shirt, and your giant old-school camcorder you would always carry around. Grandpa, we will always miss you. Buuuut, we all have so many wonderful memories to hang on to. You were a role model, and all your grandchildren’s biggest inspiration. Your guidance and love will carry us through each day always.

So let us celebrate Grandpa Polo’s life and continue his legacy. Te queremos mucho, abuelito! We all know you’re already making friends with everyone you meet up there.


Its hard to imagine a world without a man who touched so many people’s lives. But my Grandpa was a humble and simple man. He didn’t care for riches, but instead cared for his family immensely. His calling was to raise a big, crazy, beautiful family.... and he did just that. But in life and now in death, he wouldn't want us to focus over the tears following his death, but instead focus on the happiness in our lives. He would want us to appreciate each other and be thankful for every moment in life God has given us.

A man as humble and loving as Grandpa will always be remembered by those of us who knew him and loved him. The amount of people who have shown up to pay their last respects today, is only a testimony to the lives he personally touched. He had this incredible ability to make friends with anyone. It didn’t matter where they came from, what wrongs in life they had committed, or even if they spoke the same language as him haha, he had a way of making everyone feel like they were seen and appreciated. We always had to account for extra time wherever we went with him because it took an extra 30 mins for him to stop and say hi to all his friends at every store, restaurant, and dr. appointment we went to. 

Although we will miss him, his smile, his festive holiday spirit, and his love, we take consolation in the good feelings of our memories. Some of my favorite memories were during summer when we got to spend all day with grandpa at his house. He always encouraged us to be “changitos” by having us climb on all his fruit trees and helping him get the best oranges and avocados down. He used to trick us into pulling out our wiggly teeth by saying “come here show me how wiggly it is” then yank it out before we even knew it. He even made sure to take us on walks to get ice cream at Nederfrank’s or to Chuck-E-Cheese, no matter how much it smelled like stinky feet in there. Some days we would spend making a giant pillow and blanket fort out of his living room. 


  Mi grandpa fue un hombre cariñoso, muy muy chistoso, inteligente y siempre tenía una sonrisa en su cara que iluminaba el cuarto. Mi abuelito fue un señor inexplicable, cada cosa que ponía su mente en siempre lo lograba. Trabajaba muy duro todos los días para poner sus hijos en escuela, para soportar su familia, y para estar presente e impactando todas nuestras vidas. Me enseñó la importancia de mi familia, de amor y de trabajar duro para lograr mis metas. Era un señor extremadamente dedicado, a su familia, su trabajo, a todo lo que hacía.
   Unos recuerdos con mi abuelito son cuando iba a escuela preescolar y todos los días mi grandpa me encaminaba. Siempre caminábamos por la acera en donde había un tronco de un árbol que se veía como una forma de una boca. Cada día que lo pasábamos, mi grandpa le ponía su pierna adentro como si la boca estuviera comiéndolo. Nosotros dos llorábamos de la risa que nos daba. También, casi todos los días después de la escuela mi grandpa me llevaba al 99 Cents Store y Chuck E Cheese's en donde jugábamos los juegos mientras nos reíamos. Fue momentos así que mi grandpa me enseñó a apreciar para siempre. Me enseñó que el sentido y propósito de esta vida es para querer y reír. Que todo no tiene que ser tan serio y que todo va estar bien. Yo sé que un día voy a reunirme con mi grandpa pero para ahorita aunque no está físicamente con nosotros, yo sé que definitivamente está con todos nosotros espiritualmente, cuidándonos y sonriendo a todo el amor que está aquí. 
   Oo y no se me puede olvidar la vez que mi grandpa me ayudó hacer un puente para mi proyecto de ciencia. Era un puente rojo, pequeño. La meta de este proyecto era para detener 100 libras. Pero cuando traje mi proyecto a clase mi maestro no lo podía creer porque el puentecito rojo que hizo mi abuelito podía detener unas 300 libras. Hasta este día todavía tengo este puente que siempre me recordará de mi abuelito. Te quiere mucho grandpa y siempre estarás en mi corazón. 

    Mi grandpa fue un hombre cariñoso, muyyy muy chistoso, inteligente y siempre tenía una sonrisa en su cara que iluminaba el cuarto. Mi abuelito fue un señor inexplicable, cada cosa que ponía su mente en siempre lo lograba. Trabajaba muy duro todos los días para poner sus hijos en escuela, para soportar su familia, y para estar presente e impactando todas nuestras vidas. Me enseñó la importancia de mi familia, de amor y de trabajar duro para lograr mis metas. Era un señor extremadamente dedicado, a su familia, su trabajo, a todo lo que hacía. 
  Unos recuerdos que tengo con mi grandpa son cuando iba a escuela preescolar y todos los días mi grandpa me encaminaba. Siempre caminábamos por la acera en donde había un tronco de un árbol que se veía como una forma de una boca. Cada día que lo pasábamos, mi grandpa le ponía su pierna adentro como si la boca estuviera comiéndolo. Nosotros dos llorábamos de la risa que nos daba. También, casi todos los días después de la escuela mi grandpa me llevaba al 99 Cents Store y Chuck E Cheese's en donde jugábamos los juegos mientras nos reíamos. Fue momentos así que mi grandpa me enseñó a apreciar para siempre. Me enseñó que el sentido y propósito de esta vida es para querer y reír. Que todo no tiene que ser tan serio y que todo va estar bien. Yo sé que un día voy a reunirme con mi grandpa pero para ahorita aunque no está físicamente con nosotros, yo sé que definitivamente está con nosotros espiritualmente, cuidándonos y sonriendo a todo el amor que está aquí. 
    Oo y no se me puede olvidar la vez que mi grandpa me ayudó hacer un puente para mi proyecto de ciencia. Era un puente rojo, pequeño. La meta de este proyecto era para detener 100 libras. Pero cuando traje mi proyecto a clase mi maestro no lo podía creer porque el puentecito rojo que hizo mi abuelito podía detener unas 300 libras. Hasta este día todavía tengo este puente que siempre me recordará de mi abuelito. Te quiero mucho grandpa y siempre estarás en mi corazón. 

Papi,
 thank you for your unconditional love. You did your best to take good care of us and raise a beautiful family. You made lots of sacrifices so we can be where we are today. You taught us how to be caring, respectful and most importantly faithful. There are going to be many things I will miss. I will miss our talks, your Christmas spirit and decorations ,your humorous jokes, your funny ways of singing Happy Birthday, your prayers during all the Holidays, your seat belt reminders and your “yoo... hoo...yoo...hoo...” when entering the house. I will miss “YOU” period.  I promise to do the best that I could to show my children the importance of faith and family unity. Even though I may no longer see you or hear you. I will forever feel you in my heart and I will cherish the beautiful memories you left us with. I know you will continue to watch over me. Thank you Papi for loving me.
❤️until we meet again 
Your daughter, 
Diana Chousal Muñoz

My Tio Polo was a wonderful man. He was innately intelligent, elegant, charismatic, energetic,  and inviting.  He shared his home with family (a large one at that) and it was beautiful. There was always a feeling of joy knowing there was a party at my Tios' home. Many memories of my childhood are centered around the Chousal home and the get togethers filled with music, laughter, and food.

I'm honored to have had the privilege to know him. I'm saddened my husband and children were not as fortunate. Tio Polo was a man of many talents, some which I did not know of until hearing it from others. 

My condolences to you all. 

Mi nombre es juan Lopez  cunado de Polo conoci a Polo en el ano 1956  cuando tambien conoci a conchita mi esposa.  ciento mucho la partida de mi cunado Polo que lo quise como  otro hermano que lo estranaremos toda la vida
Claudia me pido que escribiera algunas memorias de la vida de Polo lo cual me da un poco de trabajo porque fueron tantos momentos felises y aventuras que vivimos que necitaria hacer un libro para que conocieran a este personaje que fue el Sr. Leopoldo Chousal Sanches.
Cuando lo conoci el tenia 17 anos trabajaba como el encargado de hacer la nieve en una neveria a pesar de su edad se havia aprendido las formulas de hacer diferentes clases de nieves por lo cual se gano la confianza de los duenos, el tenia muy buen sueldo era el riquillo del barrio, siempre andaba bien vestido, estrenaba trajes muy seguido en una ocasion nos invitaron a  mi y a concha a una fiesta en un salon y mi problema era que yo no usaba traje y se iba a ver muy mal que yo fuera de camisa y levis que es lo que yo usaba Polo de muy buena gana me presto uno de sus sacos fue la primera vez que use un saco, son tanta las historias que recuerdo de Polo que no encuentro donde comenzar pero si puedo resumir a este personaje con 7 cualidades
1.como hijo fue muy bueno con su madre
2.Como hermano tuvo que trabajar muy jovenpara ayudar a la familia
3. Como esposo le fue fiel a Margarita hasta que la muerte los separo
4.Como padre con su trabajo formo unos hijos que les heredo sabiduria mental y formo a todos profecionistas que los admiro por la forma que lo atendieron hasta el final
5.Como abuelo dandoles mucho amor a sus nietos
6.Como suegro siempre lo vi apoyando a sus Yernos en todo sentido
7.Como cunado y amigo que puedo desir, siempre estaba dispuesto a ayudar al que nesecitara sus servicios porque casi sabia de todo y si no sabia inventaba una forma para arreglar el problema. 
se me acabo el espacio para recordar a esa bella persona descanse en paz  Lio

Polo fue para mi como un hermano mayor, lo conocí muy niña cuando empezó a visitar a Maguita y se pusieron de novios. Despues de que se casaron, vivi en su casa durante mi etapa escolar y así fue como convivi con ellos esa importante fase de mi vida. Tengo gratos recuerdos de las vacaciones  a La Salinas en Ensenada, y no se diga de las reuniones, mítines y eventos deportivos con el
PAN, en el cual mis primas Gricelda, Rosa y yo
nos convertimos en la porra oficial, fue todo gracias al entusiasmo y determinación de Polo que nos convenció que teníamos que ser parte de ese movimiento politico que el y nosotros vivimos intensamente,  tanto así que en una ocasión en el ímpetu del momento casi me rompo una rodilla al caerme de una tarima cuando brincaba y bailaba la coreografía de nuestra porra. Otra ocasión que nunca voy a olvidar fue cuando Polo llegó entusiasmado a casa con una máquina para rasurar, tijeras y utensilios para cortar el pelo, con el afán y propósito de ahorrarse unos dolaritos el empezaría a cortar el pelo de todos sus hijos, y el mío también....no les quiero ni contar la vez que llego mi turno, recuerdo mi inquietud y angustia cuando me senté en la silla, mi intuición me decía que algo pasaría y pues paso,  se le fue pasando la mano y la tijera con mi melena pero no solo eso, también con mi tupé, corto y rasuró y corto y volvió a cortar hasta que quedé como con la melena de Bethoven, cuando por fin me pude ver en el espejo me solté llorando, me había dejado casi
pelona!!! Y recuerdo que angustiado y con una nerviosa risita me decía, - te va a crecer muy rápido, tengo buena mano - mientras Polo angustiado y yo lloré y lloré, Maguita y Gricelda atacadas no paraban de reír. Son muchas las vivencias y recuerdos que me deja, siempre me apoyo y lo recordaré como el hombre respetuoso, guardián, íntegro y ético que siempre fue. Gracias Polo, tu recuerdo se quedará en mi corazón agradecido para siempre.



Leopoldo Chousal a great man, a wonderful husband and father. My uncle one who brought out joy and laughter to not only the family by hosting annual Easter parties Posadas dressing up as Santa claus giving each child a present, but to the community by lighting up the street with a house full of Christmas lights that's put a smile on everyone's face and reminded us the meaning of Christmas spirit and family!  
Tio Polo we love you and will be greatly missed your suffering has now ended and you are free of pain with the Lord for you were one of his most loyal followers always praying for my Aly I know you are watching over her from heaven now, may you Rest in Paradise, till we meet again!!!

Tío Polo, doy las gracias de poder pasar tantas bonitas experiencias a su lado. Gracias por todo lo que hizo por nuestras familias. Fue un hombre de honor y siempre trató a mi tía y sus hijos con mucho respeto.  Siempre voy a recordar eso de usted.
Hace unos días pase a su garage y me trajo muchos bonitos recuerdos de los años pasados, las motos y campando en Las Salinas, los remote control cars, las travesuras que hacíamos de chamacos con el Ivan (aunque se enojara con nosotros) y como siempre sus luces de navidad. 
También le dio las gracias por haber aceptado y mi esposa Nidia y a mis suegros como su familia, lo quieren mucho. Nos va hacer falta a todos pero dios tiene otros planes para usted. No se preocupe aquí vamos a estar para mi tía Margarita y su hijos(mis primos). 

Descanse en paz en Tío Polo.

Chris y Nidia Aramburo

"Yo Virginia, su hermana, tengo bonitos recuerdos de mi hermano Polo. Siempre fue muy pacífico de chico y de adolescente no cambio mucho con nosotros, solo cuando lo molestaván otros chiquillos y se enojaba. Ya más grande, le gustaba salir con sus amigos y se iban a los bailes, hasta qué llegó a encontrarse con la que iba a ser su pareja, Margarita. Y lo logró, pues se casaron y formaron una familia. Lo seguí viendo cada que podía visitarlo cuando yo venía aquí a San Diego. Lo vamos a estrañar mucho mis hermanas y yo.

Polo was a great role model as to what a father should be: A man dedicated to his wife and children, a man of faith and he always helped his family members. Seen through the eyes of a friend a great Christian practicing his faith. Polo was also a great history teacher. Every time we visited he would reminisce about his youth and his life in Tijuana and how Tijuana evolved. He also loved sharing his wonderful memories of his camping trips with his family. Thank you for your friendship,
Alicia and Salvador Castellanos 

                  My dad and  tio Polo; Two very unique brothers that gave me so many unforgettable memories that I will cherish my entire life. It is definitely not easy to accept the fact that neither of them are here anymore; Yet I understand that they are both in a better place, and next to their mother, grandma Ana. One memory I will always have and recount about my tio Polo and the reason why I loved and respected him deeply was the great samaritan he was. I remember Tio Polo always helping the ones in need, giving without expecting anything in return and showing  his love and devotion towards everyone. He would always give me his sincere, firm and loving hug followed by loving and peaceful words... such a wonderful gentleman, may you rest in paradise my dearest Tio Polo, you will be deeply missed. 

I stand here today immensely successful for being surrounded by the ULTIMATE in the quality of people that are MY FAMILY. 
Everyone knew this noble mans name as "Leopoldo Chousal."
Perhaps they called him "Leo," maybe "Polo" for short  or "Don Polo" to still others & "Granpa" to all of his grand kids. 
To me, well I always called him "El Señor." 
A term of endearment from me and respect that I always gave him since the very day I met him some near 30 years ago. 
I cant imagine a world without this man.
 I think of all the life lessons he has taught us all. To think of a world without his style of humor, his incredible work ethic, his extraordinary sense of love for family. He had an incredible ability to befriend anyone who was in arms reach. Color of skin or stature in life played no roll in how he treated you. He was always thinking of others and their well being. 
I saw it with my own eyes on many occasions. He would even brave the cold wetness of the rain or elements of the streets and take food, warm clothes or warm blankets to those unfortunate people going through tough times. He would even give them a sound word of advice or help them cheer up by instructing them to have faith in the strength of god and that god would surely help them get through those tough times. Some of them gave him love and support much later in life as they too came to remember him for those deeds of valor.  
Yes, a world without this man is unthinkable and unwanted. And yet maybe the world will not truly be with out him. 
Now, I see that everything he taught us, everything we saw and observed by his outstanding character, by his beliefs, by his code of conduct, by his kindness to all, by his stern work ethic, by his incredible reach of faith for people in this world has truly served to improve us all.  

You are and always will be in my heart & mind, and never fear those you've left behind. You taught us well Señor.

Your loving son in law,
Oscar Muñoz Jr.



Our memories of Don Polo are of the great attention he paid to the family gatherings. He knew how precious every gathering was. How he always had the right words for prayers on special occasions.

He was a shining example of human kindness and thoughtfulness. Whether bringing a sick family member a basket of fruit to wish them a speedy recovery to bringing gifts of appreciation to workers, doctors and nurses at the clinics and hospitals he frequented on holidays. He did not have to do any of these things. But he did. Holidays were made brighter by everything he did from decoration to even being Santa Claus.

Of course who could forget his high pitched “happy birthday” at birthday parties? May that echo in everyone’s hearts forever.

Don Polo, you enriched our lives and we feel better for knowing you. You helped reinforce the importance of family to us and we will always be grateful for that. Until we meet again, it is not a good-bye. It is until next time.


My Grandpa Polo touched so many people’s lives.  Even if you weren’t acquainted, my grandpa was still there to welcome you with open arms. I have never met a man with such a kind heart. His love and spirited energy could be felt by everyone who was lucky enough to know him. 
Every Christmas he worked extra hard to make sure his house was the most decorated house in the neighborhood. Lights of red, green, blue, and white would light up the night sky.  White Christmas could be heard very faintly whistling through the loud speaker just outside the front porch. And even though it was blistering cold outside at night, whenever you would walk up to the house, a feeling of comfort and warmth could be felt. Crowds of people would stop their cars in the middle of the road and gather just to stare at the masterpiece my Grandpa had made.  “This is our home,” I remember thinking to myself with great pride.  He would win so many Christmas decoration contests, but none of that really mattered to my Grandpa because he did it for US. He did it so that he could pass down the spirit of Christmas to his sons, daughters, and grandchildren in hopes that one day we will do the same. He did it so that we would know how special it is to be with family on Christmas to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ.  
I will always remember the posadas he would throw and watching him as he came down the stairs dressed up as Santa Claus for the little children. He put smiles on everyone’s faces.
My Grandpa was the strongest man I have ever met. He taught us what it was to work hard to get to where we want to be. He taught us to always have faith and to always trust in God’s plan. But most importantly, he taught us that family always comes first no matter what. 
Grandpa, I will always remember the fond memories we shared together. And I promise to pass down the lessons you have taught me to my children so that someday they can grow to be just like you. You are my inspiration & I love you!

As I get older I hear more and more people ask how you measure the life of a man. I take it more seriously now since I see more and more gray hair come out. Is it how strong they are and how they handle what life throws at them? Is it how they sacrifice for their family and give them everything at whatever cost? Maybe its about how hard they worked, or how much they enjoyed their life. God knows I saw Don Polo excel in all those things. Better than I, I must admit. I think its a combination of everything but I think most important is the compassion you show. Not just to those you love but to those you just met for the first time. The ability to treat everyone as a friend regardless of how they look or what they have done wrong. This is what I remember the most about him because that was my first experience, first impression of "Diana's Dad" as I would call him in the early days. 

I remember I had just married in August and December came around and as what became somewhat of a tradition I headed to a posada. First I had ever been I must point out and the amount of people was overwhelming. I remember sitting on those wooden chairs from the kitchen. I remember my mom and dad sitting in those chairs one year. Lorena was out making her rounds as I would call them and I sat there just taking in the whole event. Don Polo came over started talking to me in English first then in Spanish. I don't even remember what we talked about but I always though he knew I was a little nervous, he would tell me get used to this. So funny yeah I got used to it and then some, almost every year like the first he would come over and we would talk for a bit. I did not grow up knowing him, I met him in the middle of my life but he treated me just like everyone else, he always seemed so happy to see me. What a great ability to make people feel that way. Great man, father, just someone I will miss very much. Till we meet again, save a chair for me so we can catch up. 

Together always
I remember how much joy my Tio Poldo brought to us. Some memories I am very fond of are the times when my Tio would invite us over for our family Christmas parties. Whenever I’d approach his family’s house I could see all the hard work they had went through. With all of the Christmas lights and ornaments they put around their house. The gifts and love he would give when he’d come dressed as Santa Claus. Even now when I think of Christmas it’s hard not to remember our Posada’s together.
 Seeing how much him and my Tia Margarita put in to get our family together has allowed me to appreciate our time together to this day. I know that we’ll continue to have our family parties when we’re together again.
-Joshua

Tio,

Quiero mandarle mi agradecimiento por ser tan un ejemplar esposo, papa, tio, hijo, hermano, christiano, y plenamente exellente ser humano de aqui hasta al cielo.
Gracias!  Ud. y mi tia siempre nos incluyeron  como hijas, mi mama y papa como hermanos y siempre cargaron con nosotros a todos lados. Desde a la iglesia, camping, y dias festivos.  
Bonitos recuerdos son muchisimos!   Mis hijos y yo hablamos mucho sobre ellos.  Ellos diran que su mas bonito recuerdo de Ud. seria siempre decorando su casa para Navidad, tomando video, y cantando “Happy Birthday to you” en esa voz alta que nos hacia reir. 

Pero mi favorito recuerdo de Ud. es oirlo orar.  En especial en el Dia de Gracias.  Tengo tan presente esos dias cuando viviamos a media cuadra y veniamos toda la familia a su casa a compartir comida juntos en el dia de gracias.   Ud. nos enseño reverencia y lo importante que es darle gracias a Dios y dar gracias por todas las personas presentes.  El padre nuestro me recuerda a Ud.  Siempre que lo escuchare voy a recordar su voz y la de mi mami a mi lado.
Muchas gracias tio por su corazon grande y por compartir su familia con nosotros.  

Ahora descanse.  Nosotros nos vamos asegurar que todo lo que nos enseño no se pierda, y siga la tradicion y su leyenda.  

Que Dios lo guie en su camino y lo reciba en su santa gloria “Mas Alla del Sol”!  

Lo amo tio!  
Fabi

So many great memories of our Tio Polo from the camping trips when I was a kid, to being Santa Claus at the annual Zatarian family Christmas posada  and handing out gifts to all the kids, leading the prayer at the New Year’s Eve family gathering, the funny way he would sing the  “Happy Birthday song “ . He will be greatly missed . Much as Gracias Tio por todos los muy bonitos recuerdos. 

My Tio Polo was my second father. Growing up I was always at his house. He would give advice and rebuke equally to all of us.  He nicknamed me   “Mirnuchis” and would always greet me that way even as I was older.  He was the one who took  us  camping  along with all of his kids. We all squeezed into the blue camper. Always in my heart and never forgotten. Love my Tio Polo!

Christmas meant everything to my grandfather. Having a love for ones faith and family were some of the most important life lessons my grandpa taught his family. Every year he would go all out to decorate his house with the most beautiful Christmas decorations, host Christmas parties (Posadas) in his home, and even dress up as Santa himself and bring toys to the children of our family.  One of my absolute favorite memories that I have shared with my grandfather would have to be Christmas Eve of 2017. This day was so special to me because although it was Christmas Eve, the thing that brought me the most joy was not waiting till midnight to open gifts or tasting the delicious tamales that we had spent hours making, but it was the simple joy of being around family and loved ones that made the day so special. One thing that I noticed was that in all the photographs taken on this day, my grandpa Polo is seen smiling or laughing in each one. My family and I spent our Christmas Eve in pajamas drinking hot cocoa by the tree, reflecting on memories, laughing, singing karaoke and praying when the clock struck midnight.  I will never forget how much joy this day brought me, and I will always remember my grandpa the way I saw him on that Christmas Eve; with a big radiant smile and a heart full of love. 

Our sincerest condolences on behalf of myself and the staff at Funeraria del Angel National City

OBITUARIO

Leopoldo S Chousal

15 noviembre, 1939 – 3 marzo, 2019

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