Richard Ortega (Jan 18, 1933 - May 22, 1996)
My grandmother tells me "A good man was robbed from this earth the day he passed". He was known as "a man among men" to many, but I only knew him as my grandfather. I can't tell you how much love he possessed, it's immeasurable. Everyday, there was a smile so warm on his face, it was impossible not to have your spirits lifted. He never cursed, never talked down to anyone, and he never missed a day for praise and worship. Music was one of his many passions, the house was always filled with wonderful sound.
One day we discovered he had Mesothelioma, a cancer in the lungs. A few weeks went by before we had to say our goodbyes. Then he was gone. The house never filled with the same music it did before.
Life goes on for all of us, but I do not feel any anger or bitterness. I am thankful to have known such a wonderful person. And he is not truly gone, I see him all the time; in his works of art painted in the sky; in his love of music, trains, and laughter; and in the love of Jesus.
Not many know this, but the number twenty two is a reoccurring number for me, and I believe it's a part of him watching over me.
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