Hector L. Aleman

NATURE


As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand

All my affection, I Love You, Dad!
Your last one, your #7, your baby bear,Janelle Marie Aleman

Well, here we are May 14, 2009, last year on this date Suzy & I visited Dad's grave. This year, the year daddy would have turned 80 years old I have chosen to honor his memory with a wonderful story that his dear friend Keith Schaber sent to me back in February.

Ode to Hector
With so many fond memories of Hector-Bally's, dinners in Italian restaurants, birthday parties, etc. I hardly know where to begin, perhaps my most poignant recollection concerns the matter of the...

The image that comes to my mind when I think of Hector Aleman is that smile/grin that caused his eyes to become slits. There was always so much impishness in it, I wondered what mischief he had been caught doing. He was always so welcoming, he made me feel a part of the family when I visited with Pat (Laura to me). He used a kind of shuffle step that made it appear he was always dancing to some Latin beat only he could hear.
My favorite memories involve New Year's Eve Parties in...

I met Hector at St Mary's Church, we were ashers. I also knew him as a neighbor and friend, we would run into each other when we walked in the neighborhood. In his fatherly ways he was concern for my safety when I walked at night and wiping out graffiti. He would say why are you out so late?, and I would say why are you out late?, and he would reply with a laugh. I will always remember his smile. We would have conversations about being Christians and our families, he would always smile...

Dear Aleman Family,
Your father will always be very dear to me. I remember him as a kind, soft spoken man. He was witty and his love for his family was evident! When our families got together we always had the best times!
Rose Gonzales

Today is the first anniversary of Dad's Death: Janet and I have been noticing the return of loss and grief within us. Last night Janet fell down the stairs along with our vacuum cleaner. She was not hurt in the fall however this event stayed with us until we both recollected the fall she had at the airport the morning of Dad's death. We stopped doing our chores and felt the loss that day a year ago. Mimi texted us that She, Suzy and Eisen had visited Dad's gravesite today. With that last note...

Hello to All that knew my Dad,
Boy, the fond memories are still so fresh for us all, especially at this time of year. Its hard --But we can
be comforted and given Peace in
knowing that we cherish those precious moments we remember.
And that's the good times...
Dad often would find some very, very wisely written words and he
would tell me to share this wisdom with my sisters Pat and 'Shushie' and whoever else would
read the info... So here is one of
those favorites...