May 7, 1979
Homero was born
The beginning of a life centered on family, hard work, laughter, and bringing energy wherever he went.
Dad
Homero Pineda Delgado
May 7, 1979 – July 18, 2026
Dad was always joking around, having fun, and bringing energy wherever he went. He worked construction for thirty years, loved his dually, and enjoyed playing MW3, soccer, volleyball, and going fishing.
His timeline
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1996
A new life in the United States
After his father died, Homero’s older brothers did not want him to be alone in Mexico. They brought him to the United States to be with family and begin a new chapter of his life.
Around 1996
Story checkpoint · unfinished
The Missing Car After a Police Stop
A story my dad told me about his early time in the United States.
Read the unfinished memory →Not long after my dad arrived in the United States at 16, he told me he was in a car with someone I believe may have been his cousin.
They were pulled over by two police officers, a man and a woman. My dad and the person with him took off running. The two officers chased them on foot, but they got away.
Later, they went to the police station looking for the car and intending to report it stolen. According to my dad, the car was not there, and there was no report or record explaining what had happened to it.
My dad came to the conclusion that the two officers had stolen the car. Considering when this happened and how newly arrived he was in the country, he believed that was entirely possible.
This is the story as my dad told it, not something I have independently confirmed. The memory is unfinished. I still want to remember or learn exactly where it happened, who was with him, whose car it was, why they ran, and whether the car was ever recovered.
Christmas 1999
Dancing at Tío Manuel’s House
My dad and my mom dance together at my Tío Manuel’s house during Christmas 1999.
Around May 2000
My Baby Shower
My dad and my mom pose together at my baby shower, about two months before I was born.
July 2, 2000
The Beginning of His Legacy
After my mom gave birth to me, my dad held her in the hospital. This was the beginning of his legacy as my dad.
Before 2005 · date to confirm
Close Together
My dad and my mom pose closely together. The exact date and story still need to be added.
Before 2005 · date to confirm
Together at a Gathering
My dad, wearing a white cowboy hat, sits beside my mom at a gathering. The exact occasion still needs to be identified.
Before 2005 · date to confirm
Sitting Together at Home
My dad and my mom sit together on the couch. The exact date and memory still need to be added.
Before 2005 · date to confirm
Beside the Car at Night
My dad and my mom stand together in front of a car at night. The place and occasion still need to be identified.
Before 2005 · date to confirm
Posing at Home
My dad and my mom stand together inside a home. The exact date and occasion still need to be added.
Before 2005 · date to confirm
Laughing Together
My dad and my mom share a laugh while sitting close together on the couch.
Before 2005 · date to confirm
A Portrait Together
My dad and my mom pose together for the camera. The exact date and occasion still need to be added.
Before 2005 · date to confirm
Together on the Couch
My dad and my mom sit side by side at home. The story behind the photo still needs to be added.
Before 2005 · date to confirm
Together in the Snow
My dad and my mom stand together outside in the snow. The location and date still need to be identified.
Before 2005 · date to confirm
A Close Selfie
My dad and my mom lean close together for a selfie. More context still needs to be added.
Before 2005 · date to confirm
An Embrace at Home
My mom leans close to my dad as they pose together at home.
Before 2005 · date to confirm
By the Roadside
My dad and my mom pose together beside a roadside guardrail. The place and story still need to be identified.
Before 2005 · date to confirm
Standing Together at Home
My dad and my mom stand close together for a picture at home.
Before 2005 · date to confirm
Another Close Selfie
My dad and my mom sit close together for a selfie. The date and occasion still need to be added.
Before 2005 · date to confirm
A Nighttime Gathering
My dad, wearing a cowboy hat, stands beside my mom during a nighttime gathering. The occasion still needs to be identified.
Before 2005 · date to confirm
Holding a Little One
My dad holds a young child while they pose for a picture. The child, date, and occasion still need to be identified.
About 2005–2010
Story checkpoint · unfinished
Cholo Joins Our Family
We do not know the exact year yet, but Cholo became my dad’s exception.
Read the unfinished memory →Sometime between 2005 and 2010, our family got Cholo. My dad was never much of a dog person, but Cholo was the exception. I consider Cholo to have been my dad’s favorite dog.
This memory is unfinished. I still want to add when and how Cholo joined our family, what kind of dog he was, who named him, and the moments that made him so special to my dad.
December 30, 2011
A family trip
Homero stands with family beside the fence outside the White House.
April 13, 2012
Together for a photo
A close-up selfie captures Homero sharing a quiet moment with family.
May 7, 2012
A birthday at home
Homero smiles between two children beside a table filled with a cake, balloons, and presents.
June 17, 2012
Out with family
Homero poses with family during a day together outdoors.
August 11, 2012
Another family outing
Homero and family gather for a picture near the White House fence, with a stroller beside them.
January 19, 2013
Behind the wheel
Homero looks toward the camera while sitting in the driver's seat.
October 3, 2014
Relaxing at home
Homero sits back on the couch, taking a moment to relax.
About 2013–2015
Story checkpoint · unfinished
The Night We Lost Cholo
My dad buried the dog he had made an exception for.
Read the unfinished memory →Cholo died sometime between 2013 and 2015, no later than 2015. We had moved to the new house around 2013, and at the time the yard still had a fence.
My dad wanted to remove a tree from the center of the yard. Because Cholo had been tied to that tree, my dad moved him to the large tree in the back yard.
During the night, Cholo jumped over the fence. There was a utility pole on the other side, and what he was tied with wrapped around the pole several times. When Cholo tried to jump back over the fence, he became trapped and died there overnight.
When Cholo died, my dad was devastated. We buried Cholo in the back yard, and my dad dug the grave himself while he cried. Seeing my dad grieve for him made it clear just how much Cholo meant to him.
This memory is unfinished. I still want to confirm the exact year Cholo died and add anything else my family remembers about that night and the days afterward.
Date to confirm
A gathering under the tent
Family and friends visit beneath a decorated tent while Homero stands nearby.
April 20, 2021
Surrounded by family
Homero sits in the middle of the couch with children gathered close around him.
June 21, 2021
A day on the water
Seen from above, Homero and family ride together in a boat along the water.
July 5, 2021
A big hug
Homero holds a smiling toddler close while they pose together for the camera.
July 11, 2021
Laughing with friends
Homero raises a hand and laughs with friends during an outdoor gathering.
October 27, 2021
At work
Homero wears a high-visibility vest beside a work truck during the day.
October 27, 2021
Holding the little one
Homero holds a baby outdoors, wrapped together in green, white, and red.
December 25, 2021
Christmas at home
Homero opens a present while the family gathers around him on Christmas.
May 1, 2022
Family and the excavator
Homero and family gather around an excavator parked in the driveway.
Date to confirm
A quiet moment
Homero sits indoors, looking off toward someone outside the frame.
September 15, 2022
With the crew
Homero stands with three members of the construction crew beside heavy equipment.
September 16, 2022
Back on the water
Homero stands at the front of the boat as it moves across the lake.
September 16, 2023
The family together
Homero joins a large family group for a picture outdoors.
June 12, 2024
A birthday celebration
Homero smiles behind the birthday cake as children and family gather around the table.
August 18, 2024
A night out
Homero sits at the table with family during an evening together.
October 26, 2024
Together in the kitchen
Homero holds a baby while standing in the kitchen at home.
November 15, 2024
Close together
Homero sits closely with family at the table, smiling toward the camera.
May 7, 2025
Fishing
Homero sits at the back of a small boat with a fishing rod in hand.
Accident scene
July 18–19, 2026
A memory from Homer
The Last Day I Spent With My Dad
An ordinary afternoon together became the night that changed our family forever.
Read the full memory →My mom and my dad had been wanting us to come over, so on July 18 we went to spend the day with them.
That afternoon, we ordered pizza and wings from Il Colosseo. My dad specifically said he wanted the wings extra wet. I arrived at Il Colosseo at 3:38 p.m. We had only called in the order around the time we arrived, so I had to wait for it to be prepared. I returned to my mom and my dad’s house with the food at 4:39 p.m., and we ate together.
As always, I eventually became impatient and wanted to leave. I left their house at 5:00 p.m. Before going home, I stopped at AutoZone and Lowe’s to gather parts for the RC mower I was working on. My dad had recently given me a stick welder to help with my projects.
I arrived at my house at 6:45 p.m. At the time, it had felt like an ordinary afternoon with my dad. I had no idea it would be our last meal together or the last day I would see him alive.
When I got home, I started playing games. At 11:00 p.m., Allen called me. He told me that my dad had been in an accident and that they did not know his condition.
I later found out that my dad had already died and that they knew when they called me. I suppose they chose not to tell me over the phone because they were afraid I would panic. But in some ways, believing that my dad was still alive made me drive even harder. I thought there was still time and that I needed to reach him as quickly as possible.
I truly believed he would be okay. My dad always drove his dually, and I kept thinking that even if he had been in an accident, there was no way it could be that bad. At the same time, I had this feeling that I needed to see him one more time before he died. It was not that I actually believed he was likely to die. It felt more like a terrible possibility in the back of my mind—something I was afraid of but did not truly expect.
I arrived at the scene at 11:14 p.m. When I got there, they told me that my dad had died.
This photograph was taken at 12:00:22 a.m. It shows the first responders surrounding my dad and blocking him from view beneath the bright emergency lights.
At first, I felt nothing but disbelief and anger. I started hitting things and walking around because I could not begin to understand what was happening. I felt so much anger toward the people around me, but who was I supposed to be angry with? Nobody knows how to act in a moment like that.
It took me around two or three minutes to calm down enough to walk over to my mom, who was already there, and hug her.
I then walked toward the yellow tape. From where I stood, it looked like the upper half of my dad’s body was on the ground and that his feet might still have been inside the vehicle. By the time I arrived, he had already been covered. The only part of him I could see was his hand.
The truth is that I desperately wanted to see him and touch him. I am still not completely sure why. I think some part of me needed to see him because I could not believe that he was really gone.
They took a long time before they picked up my dad. I asked several times if I could see him. The first officer told me probably not. I asked another officer, and he said he would check. Eventually, they agreed to let my mom and me see him after he had been placed on the gurney.
They kept my dad’s body completely covered and uncovered only his face for us. The medics held up a white sheet to shield my mom and me from everyone around us. But everyone was still staring at us. The sheet blocked their view of what was directly in front of us, but I could see all of them above it. Even during such a private and painful moment, I was aware of everyone watching as my mom and I saw my dad for the last time.
My mom and I left the scene at 2:08 a.m. on July 19. My dad had died the night before, on July 18.
We arrived home at 2:16 a.m. My tío Manuel’s family was there, and they had followed us after leaving the scene.
This was one of the greatest pains I have ever experienced. I never imagined that I would have to tell my three sisters that my dad had died.
I told everyone to wait outside. My mom and I went into the house, and I called my sisters into the living room. I sat them down and began by telling them that my dad had been in an accident and that he did not make it.
Teresita started crying. Kaoly started crying. Kayra kept telling me that I was lying to her as she began to weep.
At that moment, I felt so weak. What was I supposed to do? I felt like I had failed. I felt like I was not ready. I felt nothing but despair.
I told my sisters that the rest of the family was waiting outside. I said that if they did not want to interact with anyone, they could go to their rooms. They all left the living room except my mom, and the two of us went outside to bring everyone in.
After that, I sat in the living room for a while. Eventually, Kaylan and I went to bed in my parents’ room.
Only hours earlier, my dad had been asking for his wings extra wet. We had eaten together, and I had gone shopping for parts for a project I hoped to finish using the welder he had recently given me. It had felt like a normal day.
By the end of that night, everything had changed.
July 18, 2026
Remembering My Dad
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