Finding Direction in Detours

Gone too soon but never forgotten.

Yesterday, our hearts shattered.

Guillermo, a boy who became part of our family in every way that mattered, died tragically in a sudden car accident. He was only a teenager, but his presence carried the warmth, humor, and depth of someone far beyond his years.

Guillermo arrived in Rochester at the age of eight, speaking only Spanish, and was placed in my daughter’s class so she could help him translate and adjust. That simple act of kindness sparked a friendship that would last for years. He became a fixture in our home – playing with our kids, running with our dog along the canal, and stopping by after school just to hang out. My youngest son adored him so much he’d ask if we could adopt Guillermo. Our dog adored him too, always ready for another long run or cuddle.

His family became close to ours. We shared meals, milestones, and laughter. Guillermo wasn’t just a friend; he was woven into the fabric of our lives. He was kind, caring, mischievous in the best way, and always quick with a smile that could light up a room.

It’s incredible how life can change in a second. One moment, everything is normal. The next, it’s unrecognizable. It’s been said before, and it’s heartbreakingly true: no parent should ever have to bury their child. Guillermo was an only child. His parents lived for him. Every decision they made, including moving to and staying in the U.S., was for his future. And now, that future has been stolen.

We are grieving. We are shocked. We are holding onto the memories: the laughter, the kindness, the quiet moments, and the chaos. Guillermo, we will miss your company, your humor, your heart. You were loved deeply, and you will be missed fiercely.

Rest in peace, sweet boy. You will always be part of our family.