Sergio T. Rivera

Sergio, I feel like a traitor. Staring at that happy picture of you so many years ago, smiling out from your keyboard at the photographer. At a gig. Happy to be playing after a long hard day's work at your day job. It's how we all remember you. Now you're in the New York Times
instead of playing a gig at .. anywhere else!
You didn't plan it this way! And you're such a planner! You had so much to do, like you always did. For the rest of your life.

How could this be? This bubbly...

Sergio, my suegro, was such a kind and loving father who inspired the love of my life to follow his passions. Scottie and I had the opportunity to go on countless adventures with Sergio in Puerto Rico, New York, Albuquerque, and Portland, where he was able to help us open the pizza parlor and share in our hard work. He was so proud of Scottie. My favorite memories are from our long drives to PA when Scottie would be sleeping in my lap and I had the chance to ask Sergio about his life. He told...