My father’s love for dancing was infectious; his energy and laughter could truly fill any room. He'd often recount, with a hearty chuckle, the story of his younger days when his passion for dance even led to him being kicked out of priest school. And though he rarely understood the rules, he was always ready to sit and comically yell at the TV during a football game, declaring every team 'sucked,' much to the amusement and delight of those around him. More than anything, he adored his children and grandchildren, cherishing every moment spent with them. I will always love you Dad. Till we meet again.
Alex and Martha Ferrer