My brother Ray was more than just a brother to me. My father died when I was 5 and he was 20. He took over responsibility for me, and for our 10-year old brother Mike Jr. He taught me basketball and baseball, how to shoot a BB gun, how to drive a car. He didn't teach me English, but he taught me to use English at home and in the barrio. To me he has always been the epitome of "The Greatest Generation". And not only because of his service in WWII, though that was an important part of his life, but also for his unstinting hard work, his strict honesty, the many things he made with his hands, his joy in life. Ray raised me, taught me, pointed the way, and then sent me off on life's adventure. And then he did the same thing with 9 children of his own. He well deserves his place in the Pima County Hall of Fame. Descansa en paz, hermano.
Daniel Parra, Hondarribia, Spain