He's out of my life...

Thursday morning my daughter's boyfriend, died in his sleep of heart failure. I first met him on Thanksgiving 2006. It was an Ann Landers moment, where your daughter brings home a person you rather she didn't. I kept my mouth shut while he acted like he shouldn't. I felt like Archie Bunker must've felt when he first met the meathead. (Heck, I had him in my phone as "Carne Cabeza"!)

He did enjoy Thanksgivings with us. I remember a time on the Thanksgiving of 2008 when we played a family football game in the front yard ala the Kennedys. He enjoyed it as did we all.

He was an only child and was 14 years older than my daughter. He wasn't a bad sort, just undisciplined and goofy. At times, he was a pain in the neck. His passing was a shock for someone so young yet it was something you could see coming!

Here's a video of him messing around with dead lifts this past July 4th.

Anyway, I hope he's at some form of peace. I think he wanted to do the Catholic thing, but found it hard.

Réquiem ætérnam dona ei  Dómine; et lux perpétua lúceat ei. Requiéscat in pace. Amen.

(They say death comes in threes. First, my brother-in-law, now him. Who's next?)