My brother Felix Diaz was 48 years old. He would have been 49 on Sunday, June 30th. Felix was a quiet person. He wasn't about partying or hanging out in clubs. He was a homebody that loved to have company come to him. He was always up for a good BBQ. He liked his hamburgers and especially his steaks, so we fed half the neighborhood whenever he cooked. The doors to our house were always open to all friends. They came to our house so often that they called Mom their mom too. I know that they will feel his loss deeply.
Felix was a good brother, father, and, son. He lived with my mom and his son. Every morning, he and mom had a routine. He would get up, go downstairs to start his day, he would walk the dog, feed mommy's parakeets and his turtles. By 9:30 he would ask mommy if she wants her coffee. Through rain, shine, and, snow every morning he would go to the corner store and get her breakfast. He was like a mailman. He took care of mom and would prepare her breakfast and lunch every day until my sisters and I would get there. He always worried about her, so I think he put his life on hold for her to always be with her.
He didn't go to college, but he was a very inquisitive person. He researched many different subjects, but he loved animals, especially dogs. At the time of his death he was fostering a silver pit bull puppy for my nephew Jeffrey and he loved that puppy so much and that puppy loved him so much. He was also a big movie buff and he loved his horror shows too.
He was a good father to his sons Johnathan and Nicholas. And he especially loved his granddaughter, Lily, He was about to become a grandpa for a second time, this time a little grandson. He was my mother Maria's only son. He is survived by his 5 sisters, Monica, Julia, Sandra, Marcela, and, Alexandra who spoiled him to no end. His brother Johnny and his 2 sons Jonathan and Nicholas. Needless to say, the void that will exist in our lives will be so deep that we will never realize the full impact of how many lives he touched.