Life Story for
Alfredo Ramírez-Tello is survived by his wife Maria and his children, Martha, Tony, Ruby and Raul.
Although he had a tough beginning where he experienced loneliness and distrusts, his guard once brought down, allowed for those of us who had the privileged to be close to him to experience the love and tenderness that he had to give. He was an abundance of joy, laughter, love and understanding.
He had a way of making anyone who walked into his room special. His smile lit up my life, and his kind words when speaking to me made me feel like there was no one more important in his life than me. He didn’t raise his voice, instead he was always a source of wise advice for myself and my brothers and sister—always allowing us to make our own choices.
He was kind to everyone, even to those who spoke ill of him, allowing forgiveness and love to prevail. His wisdom and kindness is something I aspire to someday reach.
He instilled a good work ethic, and honesty in his children. He built his business with hard work, honesty and integrity.
He was a great son, a brother, father, grandfather and great-grandfather.
To me, he was simply my daddy—someone I looked up to and loved so much. He was my pillar, someone I could share everything with because I knew he wouldn’t judge me.
Although he had a tough life, his biggest legacy will be overcoming hardship with love. Through the love of his wife and children, he was given a second chance at life—and he showed that when we sat around the table to share food and laughter. He had a smile, like no one else. Siempre recordaremos tu mirada picara y tu sonrisa encantadora.
Behind that stern and quiet look was an honest, loyal, righteous, wise and caring man that only a few of us had the pleasure and honor to know.
In his last days, my dad was nothing but sweetness, while we stood by his bed he held our hands and blew us kisses, winked at us and smiled tenderly.
His grandchildren loved their grandpa, he earned it every time he came out to their defense and by becoming their accomplice even when grandma would disapprove.
Grandpa’s Princess (my daughter Judith), would buy him Venti size coffees and would run errands for him—she was his accomplice. My oldest son, Alfredo, quit his job to help care for him. At times, it wasn’t easy taking care of him because he was after all, a stubborn man, but there wasn’t anything any of us wouldn’t do for him, and to see him smile and be happy. In the last few years my mom devoted herself entirely to his care and to making him feel loved. He reciprocated her love with so much sweetness that my mom says he was nothing but honey. My sister, Martha, enjoyed coffee time with him. That was there special time.
For those of us who loved him, his death leaves a huge void, but he will forever live in our hearts and his legacy will live in us.