On Saturday February 28, 2009, my grandfather, Alfonso Caban, went home to be with the Lord. As I am sitting here pondering how this is affecting me and my family, I can only think of all the years I had with him and all the memories that I will always share with him. He might not have been a perfect man, well who is, but he was a man's man. A strong man, that would do what needed to be done to make sure that all who came his way was treated with respect and honor. He was a man that was a WWII veteran, a hard worker, who did what was needed to put food on his table for his wife and 7 daughters. He stood tall by what he believed. He was a proud grandpa and an even prouder great grandpa. He loved his family and cherished his life with them. He will never be forgotten. As hard as it is to imagine him gone, I am grateful to have had the opportunity to be part of his life. Papi te quiero mucho, que dios lo bendiga.