“Never, never, never give up.”
My father was a great soul. He enjoyed helping everyone who crossed his path and was happy to share from whatever resources he had, even at his own expense. He took care of both his parents and in-laws until the day they died without complaint. Through great personal sacrifice, he provided me with a college education.
He had a great sense of humor (though I thought his jokes were corny when I was a kid). He had a way of making you laugh at the darkest times in your life. But he was also not too proud to cry at his father’s funeral, my wedding, or the birth of his granddaughter. He had an open heart and was not afraid to share it.
My father was a college professor in Computer Science at National College in Bayamon, Puerto Rico. He had also taught at the University of Puerto Rico and was a former Director Dean at EDP College. He loved to teach; his students loved him and his peers respected him.
Dad loved learning about all of the religions of the world. He was obsessed with finding the similarities between all the spiritual paths, when most people focused on the differences. He also loved taking his wife Rosin dancing and to live concerts in Old San Juan and sightseeing around the island.
My father was an extremely brilliant man. He was a member of Mensa, the largest and oldest high-IQ society in the world. He graduated Magna Cum Laude with a Masters Degree in Computer Science from EDP College.
Dad supported me in every big decision in my life. He always had time for me. He loved me unconditionally. I felt I could be myself with him no matter what. All he wanted for me was to find peace and happiness in my life.
“Never, never, never give up.” Dad loved life and was willing to go to any lengths to fight for it. Even thought he was diagnosed with Stage 4 Colon Cancer, which had metastasized to the lungs and liver, he kept a positive attitude during his chemotherapy and all the way to the end. Yet he was not afraid to die. He surrendered to what the will of God was for his Soul. He trusted Spirit and knew everything would be alright for him and for all of us in the family no matter what happened. He felt he had done his best to make a difference in the world throughout his life and was at peace.
Rosa A. Astor Lopez (wife), Maricelle Jeannette (daughter), Ytzel Mihail Moo Ramos (granddaughter), Marissa Cortes (daughter’s sister), and Jumi (his dog)