Roberto was my father-in-law, as I married his daughter, Carlyn Christy. My wife, her sisters, and I called him “Dad.” He was the only man I called “Dad” because I referred to my own father as “Daddy.” I am thankful to have had such a fun-loving Dad. We watched football and basketball together for many countless days and nights. I’d call and say, “Dad, you wanna come over and watch the Cowboys or the Mavericks?” He’d always – ALWAYS – say, “Yes.” When he’d come, we always had food or snacks available. I’d say, “Dad, you want something to eat?” Most times he’d say, “Sure.” I came to learn that even when he said, “No, thank you; I’m fine,” he really meant, “Sure.” He could eat. Boy, could he eat, and he ate well!I will remember his last days in the nursing home and then finally in the hospital, but my fondest memories will be when he’d visit our home and talk to me personally – man-to-man – and share many things that were on his mind. I’ll also cherish the times when we went to Panama, St. Thomas, and St. John in the U. S. Virgin Islands. I had many opportunities – which I’ll always remember and hold dear – to talk about God, His steadfast love, His great mercy, and His great forgiveness. We could talk about many things, if not “anything.” He was a good listener. He was a great provider. He was a great friend.I will miss you, Dad. We – all of us – will miss you. We believe we’ll see you again one day.Your “Son,” Richard
