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Lionel Hernandez, age 88—beloved husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle and friend—passed away on Veterans Day, November 11, 2016. Born on a cold day in February 1928 to Cleofas López and Dionisio Hernández, he lived to serve from a very young age. He was a wonderful son, and held several jobs to support his mother and his three younger brothers: Gene, Joe and Sammy. These Depression Era trials and tribulations prepared him for a career in the military as crash and rescue personnel, and later as a firefighter. He served in the armed forces at an early age; he still needed his mother’s permission. Hernandez put in more than twenty years of service in the US Marine Corps and in the US Air Force. He was a military police officer in the former and a firefighter in the latter, saving lives and risking his own life to rescue injured servicemen. He also served in the Pacific, traveled extensively, and spoke four languages: Spanish, English, Chinese (Mandarin) and French. He was planning to travel to France in January. At home, Hernandez was a wonderful, loving and caring husband who always provided for his family. He adored his wife, Blanca, and she adored him. Their marriage lasted thirty-one years but she stayed around another thirty-one, tending to his health problems: Sixty-two years of dedication that saw him into ripe old age. As a young father, Hernández enjoyed taking his two sons Edward and Lionel Jr. fishing in the San Antonio River by the Pioneer Wings flour mill with the family dog Bullet, though they never caught fish. He loved his sons very much. And despite not having a fatherly love role-model himself, he led his children by example, teaching them important values and the Fear of God. Hernández was always helping his fellow humans with food, shelter and money. He was a perpetual humanitarian. If you needed it, he’d give you the shirt off his back. But he loved his pet dogs and cats, his plants, his music and movies. His favorite crooner was Frank Sinatra; his favorite salsa performer was Ruben Blades; and he loved listening to Pedro Navaja and Ligia Elena on YouTube, more for the rhythm than anything else. As a young man Hernández was a good dancer, my mother told me. One of his favorite movies was Ni Sangre Ni Arena featuring the popular comedian “Cantinflas”—his Uncle Jimmy took him to the movies to see it as a kid. Last year, we found it on YouTube and saw it one more time. He was young at heart. Lionel cherished time with his granddaughter, Allison. Together, we —father, mother, daughter Blanca, and granddaughter—spent most of June in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. We sat in the Cathedral plaza, listened to Mariachi music, and enjoyed life. Lionel Hernández is survived by his former wife and everpresent companion, Blanca R. Hernández; his devoted daughter, Blanca Whitehead; his two sons, Lionel Hernández, Jr. and Edward Hernández; his granddaughter, Allison Whitehead; his brothers: Eugene P. Toscano and John Samuel Toscano and sisters-in-law: Esther Toscano and Martha Toscano; and nephews and nieces: Diana, Sonia, Marisa, Gina, Patrick, Andrew and their families. Our Father is preceded in death by his Parents Cleofas López and Dionisio Hernández, his maternal Uncles, Grandparents, and Cousins; most recently, by his Brother Joe Toscano in July of this year. May God keep our beloved Husband, Father, Grandfather, Brother and Uncle, Lionel in Heaven; he was a good man with a big heart: