Wake in Memory of
Ramon Jimenez
El Leon del Bronx
(1948-2016)
Saturday, May 14, 2016
4-8 pm
Castle Hill Funeral Directors, Inc
1528 Castle Hill Avenue
Bronx, NY 10462
#6 Subway to Castle Hill Avenue
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Private Free Parking Available
In lieu of flowers, the family will be accepting doantions.
Post condolences to Ramon's daughter's Facebook page:
My Father . . .
By Laila Roman-Jiménez (May 10, 2016)
My beautiful, beautiful, kind, gentle, loving father...
My father was truly one of a kind. He didn't care for material things, fancy clothes, he knew nothing of labels, didn't care if you were rich or poor, he only cared about what was in your heart. He had this amazing ability to see the good in everyone. He was not one to hold back on compliments, many people find it difficult to verbalize their love, but my dad enjoyed telling people he loved them, he would always point out people's strengths. He made all around him feel so important. He was always able to bring out the good in people.
My whole life was dedicated to taking care of my father. I love him so much. He was perfect, as perfect as someone could be. He was perfectly human and perfectly flawed. I chose my father over everything and everyone. There were even times that I had a date planned with a guy, but if my dad called me an hour before to hang out with him, I would cancel my date with pleasure and run with excitement to see and spend time with my father. I was glued to his side and he was glued to mine. We would get lost in our own world, with our own little jokes. No words were needed, we could read each others thoughts, eyes, body language.
The day my father went to Calvary, I had second thoughts. He was a very private person, he loved just hanging out at home with me, and over these last few months I did everything for him. The day the paramedics took him out of the house, the sun was shining. He put his head up and looked at the sun, tears rolled down his cheeks. He asked to sit on the sidewalk to feel the sun before we got in the ambulance. As they put him into the ambulance, he waved goodbye to our home and our family and cried/ He knew he would not return.
My father was my heart, my soul, he was my moon, my stars, my sun, my ground, my sky . . .
Yesterday my father passed away in my arms. I looked into his beautiful eyes and I sang, "You are so beautiful to me". . ..
I told him I loved him, I thanked him, I kissed him all over. When he took his last breath I just stared at him. I felt a slight sense of relief but then, the longer he laid there without breathing, the more I kissed him. During his last few breaths, I put my face in front of him and just breathed him in. I smelled him, I held him, I wanted him all over me. He was my heart, he was my best friend!
The truth is I am nothing without my dad. I soon realized that after he passed. No more of his long introductions, where he praised me and made me feel so important. No more of his unique way of loving me. I feel alone.
I just want my daddy back.
He was a man of honor. He was my father.
