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Tribute to Dad...
August 30, 1946-June 1, 2002
On June 1st, 2002, my dad's life was taken away by a malicious ex-wife (2nd marriage). He thought he could give her a 2nd chance and thought she had changed her jealous and selfish ways. And when he finally realized what he thought was very wrong, he tried to get out of the relationship....She did not leave, she ambushed him and killed him; she stabbed him 47 times. This all happened in the family room of his own home with my 8 year-old half brother upstairs. My dad suffered so much-if you can only imagine how much a little cut on your finger can hurt-think of how much it hurts to be struck by a sharp kitchen knife 47 times.

The woman's name is Loida Cruz. She now resides in Santa Rita jail. Trial is set to happen in the next 2 months. Cruz is a liar and is very manipulative; she will do anything to get her way. She has tried to say it was self-defense and that she was a battered wife. She is also trying to get away with murder by saying that she is mental. Oxymoron-She got up everyday and worked for a stock company. She lived a very normal and non-stressful life.

In the past she she vandalized my dad's home, bad-mouthed his own mother, sister, and whole family. She hit, slapped, and disrespected him. Before, she has threatened that she would kill him...We just never thought she would be that evil and actually to do it. It's very unfortunate that she did succeed. And what's very disturbing, is that we've found papers that indicate that she was never divorced from her ex-husband until the year 2000. She had manipulated my dad and lied to him this whole time. She even claimed alimony from my dad when he had divorced her. What else she had planned or lied about?! We don't know-yet.

Now, my family and I are left with sorrow and pain. My sister and I no longer have the loving father that we had. His mother no longer has his arms to embrace her. His friends no longer have his strength to play him at the tennis courts. My daughter no longer has the grandfather aka "lolo" to carry her and hold her while she sleepy. My dad was a good man-and that's why we are overwhelmed with such sadness. So much sorrow that we haven't expressed all our anger from the cause of his death. This was a huge tragedy that has broken all our hearts.

Thanks to everyone that has been so supportive. I thank each and everyone one of you that was able to make it to his services. It really means so much to us.

We pray to God that he's doing ok in heaven. I pray that my strength and hope never fades to get through this hardship.

Take a look at these pictures and you can see how much a great person he was...

It's really difficult to believe that you are gone. We miss you and you are always in our thoughts. . . You're life was taken away so suddenly and it's so very painful to think of how much you hurt.

Dance With My Father- By Luther Vandross

Back when I was a child Before life removed all the innocence My father would lift me high And dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around till I fell asleep Then up the stairs he would carry me And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance Another walk, another dance with him I�d play a song that would never, ever end How I�d love, love, love to dance with my father again
Ooh, ooh
When I and my mother would disagree To get my way I would run from her to him He�d make me laugh just to comfort me, yeah, yeah Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep He left a dollar under my sheet Never dreamed that he Would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance One final step, one final dance with him I�d play a song that would never, ever end �Cause I�d love, love, love to dance with my father again
Sometimes I�d listen outside her door And I�d hear her, mama cryin� for him I pray for her even more than me I pray for her even more than me
I know I�m prayin� for much too much But could You send back the only man she loved I know You don�t do it usually But Lord, she�s dyin� to dance with my father again Every night I fall asleep And this is all I ever dream