Ramiro Santos was born to Porfirio Santos and Clara Lopez on June 20,1962 in Mexico. He was the third to the oldest of four sisters and one brother. In his early teenage years, he emigrated to the United States. He attended Redondo Union High School and worked as a gardener alongside his father. He lived in Redondo Beach until he married and had children with Tina Santos. Together, they resided in Torrance, Lawndale, and Hawthorne. Ramiro loved life, his wife, and kids. He loved to have a good time, was a great husband, father, and doting grandfather. He loved to spoil his family and pamper his wife; his "lady" as he lovingly referred to her. In their childhood, weekends meant fun and road trips for the Santos kids. He loved taking them to amusement parks and visiting different places. Some Sundays meant going to the swap meet where dad shopped for tools and the kids got to eat paletas or raspados and throw pop its on the ground followed by dinner at one of dads faves like Puerto Escondido. As the "kids" grew, he instilled the importance of a strong work ethic. Work hard for what you want. He was often the life of the party at family events where he danced with most of the women in the family. His years were filled with dances and concerts on the weekends with his wife, whom he'd often introduce as his "girlfriend" even after 33 years of being together. For the last 27 years, he was known for his fine craft of building custom fences and gates. He loved his work as a Carpenter and was very proud of it. He was a friendly face in the area and well recognized while driving his infamous yellow '79 Chevy around. Take a drive through South Bay's Beach cities, and you'll see plenty of "shorty's" fences. Ramiro will forever be remembered by his loving wife: Tina. Daughters: Celina and Patricia Son: Francisco with wife Magale Grandsons: Joaquin and Panchito I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one. I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways. Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days. I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun. Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.

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