Donald R. Vasquez
My Daddy. My Best Friend.
My Daddy had a big heart. He would give because he knew what it was like to have nothing. Even though his death was tragic, I found comfort in knowing that even after death, he could still give. My Daddy’s eyes were beautiful. One of the best features I could receive from him. Who ever received them, I would just like you to know that every time you look in the mirror and see those eyes, there is a man with a heart of gold staring back at you.