ALEX IVAN ROSALES

There are some people who step into the world and leave it better just by being in it. Alex was one of them. He was more than just a son, a brother, or a friend.. he was a light, a presence that made life feel warmer, fuller, more alive. His smile carried something special, like the morning sun breaking through the darkness, a quiet promise of hope.

He had music in his soul. With a guitar in his hands, he could turn silence into something beautiful, each note a piece of him, something he left behind for the world to hold onto. And now, those who love him imagine him still playing, his melodies drifting into heaven, his song never-ending.

His time here was too short, heartbreakingly brief. But the love he gave that was infinite. It lingers in the lives he touched, in the spaces he filled with laughter, in the aching words of those left behind.

"My life is not the same since you left."

If his family could have one more moment, one more chance, they know exactly what they would do. They would pull him into their arms, hold him tightly, and never let go. They would make sure he knew—how deeply he was loved, how much he mattered, how he was the best gift they had ever received.

"My Angel forever. Always in my heart."

Alex, you are missed beyond words. But you are not gone. You are in the music, in the memories, in the love that refuses to fade. Your song still plays, your light still shines, and you will always, always be remembered.