Yesterday was my Grandpa Ronaldo’s birthday. He passed from this life too young for me to remember him, but I feel like I know the man he was and still is through the amazing stories I’ve heard of his selflessness, humility, and kindness. He went from being a carpenter who helped build churches and cathedrals in the Philippines to a humble janitor at the elementary school in the United States... all so that I could have the life that I have today. My mom has told me stories about how I used to wait for him to come home because he used to bring home cafeteria food to share with me because that was my favorite or (carefully) put me on his dolly and push me around in the backyard to make me laugh. The legacy of the man he was to our family and the lives he’s touched surely lives still today and I’m so grateful to know that through the gospel of Jesus Christ, we will meet again as a family forever. I hope that I can be at least half the man you were on this earth grandpa. We love you and miss you, happy birthday!