Otto Raul Paniagua

My dad was a force to be reckoned with. Born in Guatemala in 1947 to young parents, he was fun to be around with and had a lively personality from the start so we heard.

As a pre teen he immigrated with his family to Los Angeles and then moved to Burbank. He told me many stories of his new hometown and how he loved going to school at Burroughs High School. He enjoyed being with his family, his parents and siblings.

After graduating he worked for a bit and then he enlisted in the AIR FORCE. This was something he was always proud of. Oh the adventures he would talk about the many different states he went to.

A few years later he met my mom. As he would say, his Angel the love of his life. Irma Alcira. Alcira as she was known to him. They got married and then I was born. 1972. His one and only.

My dad, Otto, Mr. Paniagua or MR. P for those who couldn’t pronounce his last name. Our family may have not had much but we had each through the good and the inbetween. I grew up knowing how proud he was

of his time in the service and how proud he was of his daughter.

This was something Ingrid never forgot and always held in her heart. Her dad was always

great at praising her and his wife. We could always count on him on making us laugh

and if not laugh at least smile. Growing up and getting older Otto continued to always provide that smile and his contagious laugh.

TIme flew by. Ingrid graduated HS College graduate school. In his own way she knew he was

always on her side. Ingrid got married and gave him a grandson, Andrew, who he was very proud of.

Otto was so very happy and proud of his grandson. Another member of the family to love. His grandson and son-in law Scott.

Otto would forever be thankful and grateful for his family and the love for them. His health wasn’t always the best, however he didn’t let that stop him from having the will to be happy and communicate to all who would hear him. Truly the saying to know him is to love Him. Otto was sure to let those he cared about know how he felt. He was able to live with others and let them know he was their friend, his caretakers at the facilities knew his appreciation towards them. His extended family, his sister, brother and nieces will always know he loved them and was grateful to know them.

His surviving papa he loved as well. To my dad to Mr. P. you are loved and you will always be remembered. And you will be missed.

We love you.