Today is Memorial Day and I want to honor my grandpa. His name was Reparado Orozco Torres. He served with the Army in WW II (as a cooker) and in Korea (in combat). He earned several medals but my uncle has them. I remember that we used to play with the medals when I was a young girl. He die a few months ago, I think it was September or October. I can't remember exactly when he die because I was in Egypt... Anyway I remember him a lot.
He was a bus driver for the AMA( Metropolitan Buses Authority) here in PR and also a minister for the "Defenders of the Faith" church. He was married with my grandma for over 50 years, until she die of cancer in 1992. Had 2 children; my mom (Luz Esther) and his son David, who also served in the Army for 30 years. Had 7 grandchildren (I'm the oldest) and 2 great-grandchildren.
Tho our family was divided (mom and brother don't talk for a long time) he was always trying to be with the grandchildrens, specially me and my sisters. He always said I was his favorite. 
He traveled the world with my grandmother to places like Israel, Egypt, Germany, Holland, Spain and other places I can't remember. With us he always traveled to USA, specially Disney. He paid for our fist trip to Disney when I graduate from First Grade, even before I knew what Disney was! He didn't miss any of our special events like graduations, awards in Scientific Fairs, when I participated National Level with a Stamps Collection, the marriage of Letty and me (we're the only ones in the family that have married legal)... Well, he and grandma enjoyed each of our thriumph and also was there when we needed support, praying and staying with me in the hospital too.
He loved to play the harmonica and sing. He wasn't a talented musician but when he was alone in his room he used to play it and sing. Sometimes he did it at church when my grandmother prepared the service program, secially for Father's Day. And how he practiced for those occasions! LOL We used to laugh and make jokes about his music but he enjoyed them too.
He die at the age of 87 of cancer. I think if it wasn't for the cancer may be he was able to live a few years more, because even with Diabetes, he was a strong man.
I'll always remember you Papa.
