Rufino Montalvan Jr.

Growing up as Junito’s little brother was interesting. Sometimes he’d make me want to scream but most times he made me laugh. He was the type of guy that never let me forget he was the big brother. He loved introducing Willie and I “…this is my little bro!” Our sis Sonia knows all about this. “Oh little siiiister!” He had a knack for being both irritating and endearing.

I didn’t know him well for most of my life though. As a kid I looked up to him, he was Rufino the Marine! A mysterious, strong, charismatic adventurer who traveled the world and brought gifts whenever he visited. But being 15 years apart made it difficult for us to relate to each other.

It was only over the last few years that we really got closer, and I can say now that we became friends. I’m thankful for those talks we shared together. What started as awkward phone calls out of obligation flourished into long conversations about his life, his successes, and his challenges.

Some of you may not know this but he was an accomplished scuba diver and underwater photographer and even had photos published in National Geographic magazine. He was also a talented airplane mechanic whose work is still referenced in airplane engineering manuals. He even dabbled as an exotic dancer back in the day. Weepah! 
He was a gifted storyteller and could talk to you about any topic effortlessly. Most of his stories weren’t PG-13 so I’ll spare you all the dirty details.

Above all this, I learned that behind his resilient exterior was a sensitive, kind, and loving soul. He could find value in anyone and appreciated everything he was given. His generosity was special and inspiring. And he wanted nothing more than the people he loved to be happy and proud of him.

Unfortunately, Junito also struggled with his mental and physical health. He once said to me “If I died today, I’d be okay with that.” He lived a full life, traveled the world, and loved and partied plenty. And had beautiful children that he was deeply proud of. In short, he was satisfied and at peace with moving on. Now he’s found his final peace.

Rufino would want to be remembered with dignity and a smile. He’d want you all to know that he loved you so very much. Words can’t describe my gratitude to everyone for your love and support during these hard times. I don’t have the strength to get through this alone. Thankfully, I don’t need to be the strongest person in the room, because together as a family we find true strength.

Thank you for being here to honor my big brother. May he rest in peace.

“Little Brother” David