Thursday, February 28, 2019
One of the memories that stick out most to me about Tatay was his black and white plaid chef’s pants and cologne. His scent was so unique to who he was and I’ll always remember it because it was a part of my childhood. I didn’t grow up calling him Uncle Ador. He was an extension of a fatherly figure to me because what was displayed to me was nothing short of that. One thing I knew for sure growing up was that he worked so hard to provide enough for his family. He was a kind, funny, strong and hardworking man.
We’ll miss you Tay. May you Rest In Peace with Grandma, Dominador Jr. and all others who have passed on before us. We love you.