My daddy, our warrior, a husband, father, son, brother, cousin, uncle, and friend. Five and a half years ago my daddy was diagnosed with multiple Myeloma. But that in no way stopped him from being who he was and always will be. A WARRIOR. Ask anyone who knew my dad to describe him and they will all tell you the same thing. He was a jokester. He was always making people laugh. He was the center of attention whenever we had a gathering and even when it was just the family in the house. He was latin lover, latino heat, and supernova all balled up into one! The man who no woman could resist. We would say potato, he would say potatoe, tomato, tomatoe. Instead of saying your food is getting cold he would always say your food is getting hot. There was not one day my dad wouldn't put a smile on my face. He made my mom happy for 24 beautiful years. I know my dad loved my mom with every ounce of love and affection he had in him. He knew exactly how to keep a relationship together and also how to keep a family together and strong. he would always remind us to give each other a kiss on the cheek before you leave and when you get home. Always tell your loved ones, "I love you." He was the kindest soul in the world. But be careful because if he felt something wasn't right he would definitely let you know until you, without a doubt, got his point across loud and clear. Nobody messed with his family that is for sure. He taught my brother and I if something was wrong speak your mind and tell them who's boss. Definition of a warrior. Always had a smile on his face even when you knew he was in pain. Although my dad might have lost his battle with cancer, I say he was a survivor. Never once did he let his cancer bring him down. He was determined to keep a positive attitude and never give up faith in our Lord. I know he was fighting not only for himself but for my mom, brother and I. He lived to see both of us kids go through elementary, middle, and our high school graduations. He taught us how to drive and get our driver's licenses. I remember him always telling me, "Nati always leave enough space between you and the car in front of you. If you can't fit another car in between you then you're too close. He got to spend my brother's 19th birthday and my 21st birthday. He watched his kids go from kids to adults. My daddy was named the perfect name - Angel. An angel sent all the way from heaven to touch our lives in such a special way that his legacy will be carried on forever. N one who knew my father will ever forget that loving, joking, charismatic personality of his. He is in heaven now. Back where he belongs to shine on all of us and remind us that he is okay. He is not in pain and he doesn't want us to cry over his death. We will always remember him in a positive, cheerful and upbringing light. This is how he should and will be remembered.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Angel L. Perez
In Loving Memory of Angel L. Perez
Sunrise ~ December 13, 1963 ~ Brooklyn, New York
Sunset~ July 14, 2011 ~ Ocoee, Florida
Like my father always use to say: YO YO YOOOO Word up to the MAX!!
Angel leaves to cherish his memory, wife Gwendolyn (Nunez) Perez of Orlando; daughter Maralysa Perez of Orlando; son Ariel Perez of Orlando; mother Angela (Ruiz) Perez of New York City; brother Miguel Perez of Queens, New York; sisters Teresa Vega of Homestead, Florida, Anabel Perez of new Jersey, Luz Irrizarry of Pennsylvania, Isabel Perez of New York City; and aunt Lydia Fernandez of New York City. The family will be receiving friends on Sunday, July 17th, 2011 from 4 until 7 pm at Dobbs Funeral Home. The funeral mass will be held at 10:00 a.m. on Monday, July 18th, 2011 at Holy Family Catholic Church followed by interment at Winter Garden Cemetery.