Wednesday, May 9, 2018
Husband, father, son, brother. Jose Morales was many important things to many people, but he was also an incredibly significant person in my and my siblings’ childhood. His life was incredibly cherished by those who knew him, loved him, and held him close to their hearts. His bloodline continues through his children—his name carried on by his beloved and only son, Jose Morales Jr.—and on through his grandchildren. My family mourns his loss greatly, but smiles fondly at the memories shared through the years. Personally, I will always remember that every time he saw me, he told me how beautiful a young woman I was becoming and how proud he was of me and what I was accomplishing in life. I’m grateful for the little time we were spared before the sickness fully overtook his body. The time we visited Washington and were able to connect and spend time when his diagnosis first became grim 2 years ago. We had him at the best he could be: smiling, laughing, talking, eating whatever he wanted, and we were blessed in that we had the opportunity to bring him his first and only grandchild at the time, Lily. He did not accept his illness lying down or let it define him. He lived another two years, fighting for the chance to stay by his family’s side a little longer. You were brave, you were strong, and you will be missed, but always remembered.
Gone, but not forgotten. Rest In Peace.
