Uncle Ernest was born in Tombstone Arizona, where cowboys ran wild, and Ernest was a true cowboy. In his young life he road and broke horses, road in parades and help raise his younger brother and sisters. Like many families back then his father worked in many places and would leave the family for weeks at a time. his mother work also so that the father would be able to stay home more. Though he had a good life it was hard. At the age of twelve he was attempting a horse riding trick where’s his foot got caught stuck in the saddle and he was dragged. He was serve hurt, to the point the it stunted his growth, caused extreme nerve and physical damaged. The doctors told his parents that he had a short time to live, but god knew he was going to be so important in this world. He became a father figure to his sisters and brother after his father’s death. Ernest did not have children of his own but he became the perfect male role model for his nieces and nephew. To myself he was the only father I knew, but most of all he was my best friend. I grew up seeing as a big man, even though he stood 4’6”. No one could be as strong, smart, loving, caring or generous. He did so much for everyone in the family or complete strangers. I can’t say how many time we stopped to fix someone’s tire, push a car to gas station or check someone needs help. Many people just knew him for his kind words or his sweet personality. Last month Ernest started losing weight and then got weak. after a week of not being able to move around on his own, we called Hospice. On May 30,2012, Ernest did like an old cowboy movie, he asked for a cigarette, took a few puffs, coughed then he left us. His sense of humor was the last thing he left us, we tried to have him to finish his last arrangements. He said me and my sister could do that, laughed and said he will do it later. that was in the morning of the 30th.(Good one Ernest)