what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man

It's happened.  One more of a great generation has died.  My Julio.

So precious to me.  So many people can affectionately call him "My Julio."  That's how awesome he was.  I feel especially sad because such a huge part of my youth is forever gone.  No more memories to be made with him.  But how fortunate I am to have as many memories as I do!  He was the true "American Dream."  And such a wonderful man for so many reasons that he left a legacy. Everything he did, he did with intensity and correctness.

Julio was awesome because...

he came from another country and became very successful...against all odds.
found THE BEST wife God could have ever made for him.
he would help just about anybody.
he put 22 people through college.
he kept me every weekend.
he did the best "run under the swing".
every time I saw him he told me how beautiful I was.
he knew how to feed the geese and even call to them.
he could summon a whole neighborhood with his whistle.
he instilled a great desire for knowledge and education.
he was the best Good Samaritan.
he made the best french toast and dunked donuts better than anyone.
he always made sure I had dry hair before I went to bed...ouch!
he made the best voices when reading a book...especially Rumpelstiltskin.
he knew at least one person everywhere...and I do mean everywhere.
he loved us with unending love.
he always wore polyester shirts, no matter the weather.
he said no all of one time to me that I can remember...and I guess I'll forgive him for that.
he taught me to roller skate, bicycle (loosely), play soccer, type, sing in Spanish, drive a car at a very young age, Spanish, performing for others...I'm sure there is something else.
he gave all his dancing moves to me;)
he never missed a soccer game.
he always picked me up from school if I was sick.
he always cleaned his plate.
he made the best "Boosters" (Boost and Rum...try it;)
he showed us the meaning of family and loyalty.
he welcomed all of our friends as if they were his.
he took us to the beach during the "not sunny" hours.
he believed in my dream of wanting to be a Belly Dancer with 10 kids.
he took each one of us back to his home in Peru.
he made the best daughter in the world (I'm partial).
he always greeted me with a hug and a kiss.
he liked my treasure...and when I lost it for a year or two told me to bring it back.
he was always there for me.

Julio was amazing.

 

I'm sure there is more, but I'm tired...

I'm sure I'll see him someday, because I'm pretty sure he was so amazing because God was his best friend.  Close line to God, that one.  May you rest in peace and live on forever.

I love you my Julio!

 this is how I will always remember him; loving, me embraced in his arms, he's engaged and all ours.