Soy la madre de Chris y Stephen Hoppe. Quería decir lo terriblemente triste que está toda nuestra familia por la muerte de Tommy. Lo extrañaremos por siempre.

Todavía me cuesta creer tu partida tan temprana, tan de repente.  
Siempre hablábamos de temas tan interesantes y sobre cosas de la vida cuando la barra estaba vacía en La Cubanita. Recuerdo como si fuera ayer esa noche en la que me dijiste que tenías antojos de comer "sangwishitos" de mezcla, que hacía mucho que no comías y yo te dije que trajeras pan al otro día, pq te iba a traer la mezcla... Tanto tu como yo nos exageramos, traje un bowl grande lleno de mezclita y tu pal de paquetes de pan... Que jartera nos dimos esa noche. 
Eres muy especial para mi y te voy a llevar siempre en mi corazón, eres una de las personas que siempre me ha llenado de orgullo cada vez que veía tus logros me alegrabas el alma. Gracias por la confianza otorgada en los momentos de desahogo y por tu buen sentido del humor. Te recordaré con mucho amor. Me da tristeza estar fuera de PR y no poder darte un último adiós, pero al menos te pude ver justo antes de irme. Deseo paz y fortaleza para tu familia en este momento de aceptación en medio del dolor. 
Descanza en paz Tommy.

Tommy, you were not only my friend you were family, little bro. I’ll miss you always and for many reasons. You had a contagious laugh that filled the whole room. Those who know, know. How about quoting our favorite gangster films? “That’s fugazie!” “I’m walking here” (think goon accent). As for many people, I also shared this common interest: music. That was something I will always cherish. Thank you for being you and also for letting borrow your bass amp for so long. It helped me find the love of playing the bass. I will continue to sing and play those tunes with. 

With love your big sista, 

Pepper spray (his nick name for me)

Sentado compartiendo y recitando. Con un abrazo siempre en mano para hacer sentir a uno como hermano. No tener suficientes palabras para explicar lo agradecido que estoy por compartir la trayectoria contigo.

Le digo:

"Quiero que sepas algo que ya sabes; quiero que sepa - que te voy a extrañar.
Quiero que sepas - que la lluvia aquí, no es para bañar.
Con nubes a la misma hora y grises,
No tuve minima escusas pa’ponerme triste,
Que me salgan cataratas.
Al oír su risas moverse como rio catarata."

Compraron los huesos, a muchos le interesaron.

- ¢¢¢

Tommy was older than me by one year but we were always on the same page. I loved my cousin so much because he was always true to himself even if it didn’t fit into a standard. We were goofballs together never cared about judgement. My last memory with Tommy was this past January, 2019. I came to PR with my bestfriend’s and one night we met up with his crazy ass at his bar in San Juan. His face lit up at the chance to show me a piece of his life/ world. We hopped from bar to bar each one a different vibe. He brought us down to la perla and we stood by the beach for a few. I can still hear the waves and see the stars. He was so proud!! For me, this was the beginning of our adult life together. I’ll be grateful for that experience forever.  Love you with my whole heart cuz, Stay close in spirit ❤️

I worked side-by-side with Tommy for about a year at El Desvio in Old San Juan.  I can’t quite remember the sequence of exactly how Tommy went from having never bartended, and having only bar-backing for maybe two months prior, to ending up working with me as a bartender at El Desvio and absolutely swimming like a fish swims in its home waters. I rooted for him right from the start. He showed up excited, he hustled hard, he did his homework, and he was charming as all hell. But also for some reason (that I will blame on his youth) he thought Trump was cool (for a thankfully brief bit of time, borne evident in his later worn “Donald eres pendejo” shirt). He walked a line with a whip-sharp cynical humor, and a component matching care and sensitivity to our guests and all the details that I was probably too hung up on, but he went for it all anyways, with that charming enthusiasm. It made me crazy proud to get to help teach this young eager dude how to tend a bar, and have him be a main reason the bar was a dope place to drink and hang out. He played killer music and made great drinks. He was amazingly hospitable to everyone as well. Soft spoken but quicker with a cuttingly hilarious joke than most bartenders more experienced than him. Most important though, he was a blast to be around. I always looked forward to seeing him to talk about music and to crack jokes. I would plot and plan jokes in preparation for our shifts together. Tommy was always carried both sensitivity and laughability in such a unmatched balance.

A memory that makes me smile is when you came to NY last year and you treated me to dinner at Carmine’s. You shared that you chose Carmine’s  bc it was one of the places your dad enjoyed going  and you were treating  me to make up for waking me up at 5 am every morning after a night of your city exploring. I may have been like WTH for a split second  when the bell rang but then I was happy to have you there when I opened the door! 💙 I know you will keep the party going and the next time I see you... you will be opening the door for me and I hope its 5 am 😉😘. 

Love you...always in my heart, 
Titi Chana

My cousin Tommy was cool because he taught me my first song on guitar🤘
I am going to miss you!!!
your cousin Nicholas Rust

OBITUARY

Tomás A. Alvarado Calix

June 23, 1994 – September 16, 2019

Funeraria Del Angel Alvarez

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