Valdivia, Santiago J

Birth date: Jan 3, 1937 Death date: Nov 12, 2024

Santiago de Jesus Valdivia, born on January 3, 1937, in Camagüey, Cuba, passed away peacefully on November 12, 2024, in Homestead, Florida. He was 87 years old. Santiago was the beloved husband of Juana Daisy Valdivia Perez, a de Read Obituary

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Barbara Valdivia

44w ago

Mi papito querido, mi viejito de mi alma precioso, Mi Santo y mi Rey, después que nacistes se rompió el molde. Yo se que los 2 seres más preciosos Dios y tú, sabían y siempre sabrán quien fuiste Tú en mi vida. No terminaría este dedicatorio hoy. Hay un vacío inmenso en mi alma, como te extraño papito. La única cosa que me consuela es pensar que ya no estas sufriendo acostado en una cama. Sin poder comer tus platos favoritos de comidas y caminar y entretenerte en tu jardín. Te he llorado un rio, así como la canción de Maná. Estoy segura que Diosito te tiene en un lugar maravilloso como tu te lo mereces. Gracias por haber sido mi padre, mi mejor amigo, mi compañero de baile, mi comediante a la vez mi paño de lágrimas. Lo que no te mencioné no es que se me olvide, si no es que la Neuropatia la tengo de P~~~A y con esto me despido. Descansa en paz mi viejito. Te adoro y hasta orita. Tu SANGANA 🙏✝️️💕

Jackie Zarichniak

45w ago

I know that God has him in his arms and the pain he was feeling here on earth is overshadowed by the overwhelming love and mercy in heaven. My Pipo was so much more then my grandfather. He was my confidant when I needed advice and it never came with judgment and I told you so. He was the best fishing buddy and teacher in life. Fishing with him was like living in pause. The best life lessons came on days where we didn’t catch much. My grandfather overcame so much in his life and through it all he had so much love and compassion for everyone. He would take challenges like he was made of armor but had so much respect and love that he came off as a teddybear. Oh man he gave the best hugs…I could really use one of them right now. He worked hard when he came to this country and he supported his family doing what he loved for so long. My green thumb that I’m still developing, I might kill a plant or two, I learned it from him. I would bring him plants that were ready for the garbage and somehow that plant would not only grow but thrive. In many ways he was like my second dad, living in a multi generational house how could he not. I find comfort in knowing that him and abuelito are together and possibly having a drink and dancing to old Cuban mambo. Te amo masantingo 💔🙏

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