Placido Froilan Herrera

Our father was a man of character before "character counts" became fashionable, and everything he did, he did because it was the correct thing to do and one that would "make you proud to walk down the street". Our father grew up in the small country town of Nueva Paz, Cuba, there he lost his mother at the age of 2, and he and his 8 siblings were raised by maternal aunts; who taught their nieces and nephews how to sew, cook, clean, plant, harvest, tend to animals, read, write, recite poetry, respect their elders, and be outstanding hardworking, optimistic, people helping citizens. Our father was a "jack of all trades" and no problem or obstacle was too big to solve. He was tough, and yet he was very naturing. Our father loved children, animals, his family above all, and all of mankind without social class, race, or ethnic distinctions. He was a friend to all; and was loved by all. We will miss him terribly, and he will forever be in our hearts. Goodbye Papi until me meet again.