Edmond Gouveia Sr
When my son, Jonathan Moses Gouveia, was a little boy, he had long, blonde surfer hair. He was always smart and quiet an old soul in a young body. As he got older, he followed in some of my footsteps; fighting chickens became everything to him. Jonathan had a natural gift for making people laugh he always brought a smile to my face. I remember when we used to spar and travel together to the Big Island, where I sold dresses. He would come with me to the Marriott Monarch, helping out in his own way. One day, I told him the prices of the dresses and walked around for a bit. When I came back, I was shocked he had doubled the prices and was still making sales. That’s when I realized he was a born salesman. I loved that boy dearly. I just wish he would reach out. But he was like his old man he didn’t want to be told what to do. I understand that because I was the same way. Jonathan, I love you. You will always be in my heart. May peace be with you, my son. I will love you forever and ever.
With all my heart Dad.
