Teresa Garcia
I remember the big yellow house in Fremont and all the parties and good times with lots of people and lots of food. He was a very nice and quiet man. Every time I saw him he was smiling and happy. I never would have thought that he had PTSD from his time in the military. He was my grandpa Paul's drinking buddy. His smile will be missed and I will always remember him. May he RIP...
Teresa (Leon) Garcia