Dear big daddy, I will miss you so much. I couldnt have asked for a better dad. I will love you always and think of you everyday Rest now dad, until we meet again.

I will miss you more than you can imagine. I will be forever thankful for having you in my life. I feel so fortunate for having had the chance to spend those last precious word with you. I know that you are going to find exactly what you believe in and so much more. Until we meet again in heaven, watch over us, guide us and forever love us. I will forever love you Uncle Carlos.Your niece, Tracy I read this and think of you, ThanatopsisTO HIM who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides 5Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images 10Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart Go forth under the open sky, and list To Natures teachings, while from all around 15Earth and her waters, and the depths of air Comes a still voiceYet a few days, and thee The allbeholding sun shall see no more In all his course nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, 20Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go 25To mix forever with the elements To be a brother to the insensible rock, And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. 30 Yet not to thine eternal restingplace Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world,with kings, The powerful of the earth,the wise, the good, 35Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills Rockribbed and ancient as the sun the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between The venerable woodsrivers that move 40In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green and, poured round all, Old Oceans gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man The golden sun, 45The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.Take the wings 50Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings,yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first 55The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleepthe dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure All that breathe 60Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come 65And make their bed with thee. As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in lifes green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron and maid, The speechless babe, and the grayheaded man 70Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take 75His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarryslave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch 80About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

I will miss you Carlos and will always treasure the Duck you gave me.