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Abuelita Beta 🕊

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When you later realize how short life really is. My aunt Josie was my first lesson to holding on to memories and life lessons because if we are not intentional in remembering , while our love does not , our memories begin to fade.

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My  brother Adam was my introduction to what real love was.  All my life I had asked for a brother and I was finally blessed at the age of 13.   He was shadow enough that people in high school thought I had a kid.  His heart and love for caring other people was always a beautiful thing to witness.  But man did he have a right hook.  How I miss you little brother.  To where you are, always.

Genaro

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My iota was hardcore.  She taught me about hard work, no excuses , the importance of keeping one’s word , no exudes and how to watch a novela, no excuses.  She was a badass who’s favorite color was pink.

Genaro

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Mi hermano Hugo, mi suegro Houston, mi nina Liza, mi suegra Rachel, y mi nino Polie

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La matriarca María Teresa Alvarez Vizcaino. 

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mi Papa, Manuel Mondragon Vizcaino ❤️

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Tio Manuel

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The man who snapped me into the person I am today.

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Amigo.. you made such a big impact in such a short time.. wish we had more time with you.