🎥 The Sound of Music: Recut as an Action movie, YouTube.

Hilarious and I’m angry that I only saw this now.

Finally watching my first March Madness game of the year (Mich St. v Bryant). It’s been a painful week. This will be a nice distraction.

Eulogy for my son, Paco

The morning after Paco died, I turned to the opening of Ecclesiastes, that great caution against earthly pursuits:

… vanity of vanities! All is vanity.
What does man gain by all the toil at which he toils under the sun?
A generation goes, and a generation comes, but the earth remains for ever.

The wisdom of this book cautions against the toil of earthly pursuits because in vain do we strive and toil: for when we are gone, we will eventually be forgotten. Forgotten not to God, but to time and humanity.

Today I toil, but not in vain. I pray my words will speak well of my beloved son, and your beloved friend, Paco.

Francisco Alfredo Perez was born on October 9th, 2017, two days before his older brother’s birthday. I was in the final year of my doctorate in Austin Texas. Lucia and I were broke, living in graduate student housing. In the months leading up to his birth I lost count of how many times she asked me if were stupid for having another child. I often told her that because no time was a good time to have a kid, any time was a good time.

Paco brought joy and laughter to the house during a time of sadness—he was our rainbow baby, the first child after a miscarriage. He became the light of our world, the lamp set high within home to provide light to the house and to our hearts. Chiefly he became a wonderful little brother. Nacho had his best friend.

When he got older, Paco could not wait to share with me at the end of each day what he did. He found the most creative ways to console his sister if she was sad. He was the chief game organizer for his brothers. He would often interrupt his mother with the loudest scream just to say “I love you.”

Before he was seven, Paco matched and then exceeded his older brother in height; he surpassed both his brother and mother in strength. His physical strength was outmatched only by the strength of his heart.

He was never at a loss for how to help people with his strength.

Paco was not without his troubles: He had ADHD that at times could debilitate his decision-making and overwhelm him with emotions. “I have big feelings and need your help,” he would regularly ask us.

Last summer I signed Paco up for Jiujitsu. I knew it would it be good for him to get him exercise and teach his ADHD brain how to focus. I knew he would enjoy it. I could not have known how much he would love it. Over these past six months, Paco came into his own. He and I bonded over it. At least once a week, he and I would have a conversation along these lines:

“Dad, how did you know I would like jiujitsu?”
“I’m your dad, I’m smart.”
“No, it’s because you love me. That’s how you knew.”

Paco was not wrong.

Jiujitsu is not easy. Paco would would often say to his coaches, “it’s hard.” With kindness and patience, they always replied to him: “you can do hard things, Paco.”

At home he was slowly internalizing it. Regardless of the cause of his frustration or “big feelings,” we could remind him that he could do hard things. “I can do hard things,” he would say to himself as he calmed down and reset.

Other than his jiujitsu class, there was only place that brought him peace of mind: the children’s liturgy at this parish. He loved Jesus and strove to understand Him. At bed time, his favorite stories were those that exemplified the heroic virtues of the Christian faith.

A few weeks ago, after one such story, he asked his mother about heaven. He announced to her a couple days after that he was ready to go to heaven. “Not for a long-time, kiddo,” his mom replied. Without a skip, he rebutted: “But you said it was perfect happiness.”

Paco was not wrong.

Paco died on March 5th 2025, on Ash Wednesday. Ash Wednesday is the day we Christians begin our preparation for Easter, our celebration of Christ’s victory over sin and death. That morning, Paco received ashes from the hospital chaplain.

In hindsight we cannot help but wonder if—as painful as it is to lose him—his desire for the heavenly reunion with Christ was so pure, so pure that God brought him home to abide with Him in the Fullness of Truth.

Now it is our turn to do hard things. We have to go on without Paco. Lucia and I lack the strength to do it alone. But we have Christ and we have all of you. Just as Simon helped Jesus carry the Cross to Calvary, so too will you help us—indeed you have already helped us. But while Simon was compelled to help by Roman force, you freely help out of your love for Paco.

Do hard things. But do not toil in vain. Instead remember that the greatest toils are those that bring life and light to the world, just as Paco did.


* These were my prepared remarks for the eulogy delivered at my son’s funeral mass today. Requiescat in Pace, my kiddo.

I meant to post this earlier, since folks have asked: here are the details on services. No expectations that anyone attends, or contributes to the GFM our neighbor setup. I’m just too tired to post anything else. Funeral on Monday

Fundraiser for Lucia and Luke Perez

One of the OG bloggers, political or otherwise, Kevin Drum has died. I loved reading his blog and have for decades. But, my son died two days before and so his death hits especially hard. I know how hard his family is grieving. RIP, Kevin.

My son, Francisco Alfred, or “Paco” as we called him—he died today at 7 and half. He was the light of our family, so full of energy and love for the world. Whether being defiant or bringing the full… he always took it to eleven. My heart will have a hole until I die and see him again.

A mix of good and not good (though not bad) news on my kid’s progress today. Ventilator might stay in until Friday, or longer. But he briefly woke up, looked at me, and held my hand. He was agitated until he did, then calm. One day at a time.

A stoic lesson during a family medical crisis

My seven year-old has been in the hospital since Thursday night (wee hours of Friday, to be precise). He has parainfluenza that triggered a full respiratory crisis. We needed an ambulance because he was non-responsive. ER docs needed to sedate and intubate him to help him breathe.

The wife and I are taking shifts with him. He’s making great progress but it’s slow and steady. Every medical specialist coming through is very glad with his vitals and the direction they’re all moving. That helps reassure his mother and I who are concerned for our little boy.

It are crises like these that stoic principles are tested. Remembering that anything could be lost without our choice hurts. But that pain reinforces the gratitude we have for every moment with him (and our other children). Last night I read his favorite bedtime stories to him. He couldn’t respond like he usually does to his favorite parts, but it was a cherished moment for me to hold his hand, and read aloud to him.

I woke up early this morning to the update that he improved a few points on important vitals. Nothing big enough to warrant removing the ventilator or anything just yet, but crucially, they’re all going in the right direction.

🗞️ Gene Hackman, RIP, NYT

Do you ever pick your feet in Poughkeepsie?

GOAT.

We went to the Buckeye Air Fair this weekend, here’s a few photos. 📸

On re-watching, I am of the opinion that K Dot’s halftime show was a work of art deserving of another Pulitzer for literature.

🎵 Melt Away: A Tribute To Brian Wilson - She Him - ★★★★★

Melt Away: A Tribute To Brian Wilson - She  Him poster

Stunning little album.

Finished reading: The Book of War: Includes The Art of War by Sun Tzu & On War by Karl von Clausewitz by Sun Tzu 📚

Another go around with the Prussian.

Hell hath no fury like a toddler who didn’t nap long enough this morning.

🎥 I bought an UNUSED 70-year old Rolls-Royce crate engine, YouTube.

Yup. Get some popcorn and settle in. This is going to be good.

🗞️ I’m a 17-year-old TikTok junkie. I need this ban

There are other, stronger reasons, for the ban. But she’s not wrong.

🗞️🏈 One more, then forever, by Jack Sawer

“We have our whole careers to play at the next level — and our whole lives to be Buckeyes. But we only have one more shot to be national champs … and being national champs is forever.”

Ladies and Gentlemen, Four

📸 credit: the wife, as per usual. See also, one year ago, today

🛬 and back. San Juan was fun, edifying. Made new friends among my profession, so that’s a win. And I trolled, and was trolled, about college football. Good times for a work trip.

Jack Sawer. 🏈