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In Loving (and Laughing) Memory of Our Dad With a mix of tears and chuckles, we announce that our beloved dad, Habacuc E. Alpizar, cashed out one last time on August 29th 2025, surrounded by family, love, and probably still trying to sneak in one more joke at Mom’s expense.
Dad was one of a kind — a true Mexican original. He loved three things: the casino, fishing, and giving Mom a hard time (in that order, depending on the day). His luck at the slots was questionable, his fishing stories were suspiciously dramatic, and his teasing of Mom was… relentless.
He never needed much — just a cold drink, a lucky machine, a quiet lake, and someone to laugh at his jokes (or pretend to). He couldn’t be a handy man even if his life depended on it, (but he could pretend), knew every neighbor’s business, and had a answer to every question, even if it was silence.
He leaves behind a strong wife who somehow never poisoned his coffee, a family that loved him, and a million stories we’ll never stop telling.
Rest easy, Apa. May the fish always bite, the machines always hit, and may heaven be ready with paletas in hand.
En Cariñosa (y Ruidosa) Memoria de Nuestro Papá
Con una mezcla de lágrimas y un poco de alivio, anunciamos que nuestro querido papá, Habacuc E. Alpizar, se nos adelantó el 29 de agosto de 2025, rodeado de su familia, amor… y probablemente aún intentando soltar un último chiste a costa de nuestra Mamá.
Nuestro Papá era único — un verdadero mexicano. Amaba tres cosas: el casino, la pesca y molestar a nuestra Mamá (en ese orden, dependiendo del día). Su suerte en las tragamonedas era dudosa, sus historias de pesca sospechosamente dramáticas, y su carrilla a Mamá… implacable.
Nunca necesitó mucho — solo una bebida fría, una máquina “ganadora”, un lago tranquilo, y alguien que se riera de sus chistes (o al menos fingiera). No sabía arreglar ni una fuga, aunque su vida dependiera de ello (pero sabía fingir que sí), conocía la vida de todos los vecinos, y siempre tenía una respuesta para todo, aunque fuera quedarse callado.
Deja atrás a una esposa fuerte que, milagrosamente, nunca le envenenó el café, una familia que lo adoraba, y un millón de historias que jamás dejaremos de contar.
Descansa tranquilo, Apa. Que siempre piquen los peces, que las máquinas siempre paguen, y que el cielo te reciba con una paleta en la mano.
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Sorry for the loss of your Dad I was blessed to have met him. Many wonderful stories I have heard about him especially the kind, loving and generous heart he had towards his family.
He will always be in our hearts forever.
Surely my Dad was and still is authentic,loving and caring .I met him back when I was 10 yrs old ( I’m now 52) and the first words that came out of his mouth when he saw me and my 4 brothers was ” ya lkego la tragason !” Which means ” the eaters are here!!” There’s many painful memories about life with him ,but the good ones ,,out weights them all . I can honestly say that he was good to us,,I fell in love with him when I fell in love with Jesus..it’s been 20 yrs..I saw him smile last 9 months ago when I left the US . .I didn’t know it would be the last ..I have been crying since I heard he left us ,,but the hope of seeing him again in heaven brings me comfort,,till that time comes ,,,I will miss him very much and imagine for moments that he is here through my brothers Baku, Fabiola and Fatima….memo also because he literally was raised by my Dad….Sorry for not being there family…..but once we get to heaven you will see why I wasn’t able to be there.God bless you all….and Dad please send me heavenly help.