My dearest friend and brother, Dundee — Ernest son of an immigrant from Jalisco and a mother from California.
When I heard of your passing, I cried harder than I ever have. As I sat there remembering our childhood, so many moments came flooding back. We always had each other’s backs. I remember the times one of us would distract Mom while the other climbed on the stove to grab the treats she hid from us. And of course, the times we took turns hiding Dad’s bottle.
Those were the days that built a lifetime of memories.
I loved watching you wrestle in school. All the girls wanted to be your wrestling advocate—decorating your locker and bringing you treats. You carried yourself with confidence and heart. To many people, you were like Salt Lake City’s own John Travolta at the Main Event in Murray.
There was also a time when Ernie lived with me, and that will always be a blessing. We leaned on each other through some hard times, and that only made our bond stronger.
Thank you, Ernest, for being not just a friend, but the big brother I was blessed to have in my life. I will always cherish the memories we made together.
Rest in peace, Dundee. You will always be part of my story.
