To my mentor and friend. Never utter an angry word, alway cheerfull and guick to help. Always screaming and holloring with joy in his heart. Constantly whistling to the top of his lungs his many favorite tunes. He valued himself, family, friends and country. A true patriot to his country. He was told in order to become a US citizen you first must fight for it. And fighting he did. He strapped his boots on, dawned a rifle and went to work. He genuinly knew the value of a right thing which meant defending it. I remember him always worried about paying his taxes. Not looking for a way to get out of paying them but, paying them. Like my father he feared the tax man and like my money he loved God. The only God. Mr. Morales taught me the art of machining. He was the last of the greats. The science of it was taught to him trough sweat and determination. He wouldn't have it any other way. I only wish I would have learned from him a fraction of what he took home. Mr. Morales will always have a place in my heart. He Loved me and I loved him as a father. I remember you had asked me if God would let you into his kingdom. My Dad's waiting to show you around. Mr. Morales I'm dearly going to miss you.