In loving memory…
Arthur Bustamante Perez
April 16, 1931-April 4, 2007
75 years old
Thank you for being my Papa. For making sure I had a graduation cap, gown and invitations. For being there as I accepted my diploma. Thank you for walking me down the aisle at our wedding. For sharing your birthday with us that day, and for each year after. You were among the first at the hospital to hold our newborn daughter, then came for her birthday nearly every year after. You shared so many of the most important occasions of my life. You were there.
You were always so big, tall and strong. It didn’t seem anything could ever bring you down. You might get sick and you might forget, but you’d always be there, somewhere in the background, often quiet but smiling your little smile with your devilishly twinkling eyes. I still don’t know how many of the times you drove Grandma crazy were because of the Alzheimer’s and how many were just because you thought it was fun.
You may have been sick and your blood pressure may have gone down, but there was no way you died from having a bad heart. In the end, I think you remembered everyone who was important to you.
I love you, Papa.
PS: Don’t forget to visit my dreams and tell me all about heaven. I know God fixed that little memory problem for you.