Albert Morales has passed away

Today is a sad day. he worked hard for his loved ones and gave what he could when he could. I remember when I was young he said to remember him when the trees blow and its nice outside. I remember going to work wih him and watching him delegate what to do to his workers whether they be family or workers, at lunch he'd send someone to get sodas for the workers sit and eat and then back to work. I remember running to the trucks when I couldn't go to work, when the workers would come home. I remember he could have played professional baseball for the Oakland A's, but chose marrying a girl he loved and started a family.

My grandfather as well as my grandmother helped raise me. They were as much my parents as my parents are. My grandfather died alone today. My grandmother went out to get them some lunch and he died. He had planned on seeing my niece and nephew tomorrow.....he was tired and had been fighting for so long that it was only right to let him go. I find it hard to hold myself together being so far away from my family. At the same time I find it hard not to be more upset. I set out at the end of the year to go home see him and say what I needed to say. My "I love you's", my "I'm okay's", and my "I made my family proud". I know he understood why I had to stay away and do what I do. I love my grandparents, I love my parents, I love my family. Its been an "eventful" and discomforting year so far. This was supposed to start of fresh and new but unfortunately, it hasn't. I'm not telling you any of this to depress you or make anyone feel uncomfortable.....its more of a warning. Take what you can from each day. There aren't many. As for me........I represent the first......the second.......and I'm the third. You've heard the third time is a charm.....My name is Albert Morales the III. I've gone by many names in different places but none are as strong as that one. My grandfather may have died, but he's not gone. He just went home.........I'l be home when I can but not soon.