One time back when I was 10 now I'm 16, Raymond was my grandfather and I always remembered all those good moments when we would walk to the store and always do comedy and joke and have fun at the park.  After I found out he passed, I felt bad and my mom Monique Sardinas always loved him and so I am proud that he is in heaven in peace with my grandmother.

My dad was from Phoenix, Arizona. Raised in the Barrio Compito, where my Nana and Tata had a house off of 9th Pl & Sherman St. I remember how much my dad loved us and adored us as babies and kids. He would always call me every night to say goodnight and to make sure that I was safe. That call always came from a pay phone somewhere. You see my dad was a heroin addict for 17 years of his life & I think it's important to mention that part... Because even through his addiction and the divorce with my momma he tried his hardest to be there for us kids and to help support us. He would be there when we we were sick in the hospital and whenever we would call saying we wanted to go with him. Because my dad was an addict the streets were his home because that's where he felt most comfortable. But when he'd come to pick us up he'd always take us back to my Nana's house in Compito and spend time with us eating, playing, watching movies and tv, singing and just to lay down on my Nana's living room floor next to my daddy I remember was the most peaceful feeling ever to me. He was everything to me when I was a child and even as an adult although I often don't show it. But no matter what my dad did in his life and no matter where he went in his life I know one thing for sure after 17 yrs of being an addict and alcoholic my dad was delivered from all that and became a recovering and sober addict. As far as I'm concerned he has been that way since. I remember seeing him at rehab one day I went to visit him to get some money for school supplies. He looked white as a ghost, just so pail and frail. He was hanging in to the fence as that was the only way he could get money through to me and the only way he could even bare to stand. I remember crying because it appeared my daddy was dying. He assured me that he wasn't and that he was just sick because that's what had to happen for a little in order to get better and sober for us. He didn't want to die to a heroin overdose and leave us without a dad so he got sober for us. I will never see my dad any other way than one of the strongest & persevering man and dad's I know because of all he's been through in life and of all those things he's overcome. I will miss him dearly and am sad for me but not for him. GOD IS GOOD ALWAYS & MAY MY DAD RAYMOND REST IN EVERLASTING PEACE 🤍🕊️😇

So sorry for your loss lots of prayers for your family your dad was a good man me and him had good times and bad  times when we was married he will be missed by me