Herman Sanabria

On July 7, 2012 my spiritual, energetic and handsome father Herman Sanabria lost his battle with Parkinsons Disease. He is survived by his one and only grandaughter, Rosalind Flores, myself Olga Flores and my mother, Olga Sanabria that although divorced for many years always remained the best of friends. My father was a unique individual with a fine taste for life, music and exquisite taste in cuisine, fashion and interior design. Although he worked in the hotel industry for many years, he always found peace in his poetry, writing music, singing and his true passion in interior design. My father constantly amazed me at his abiity to bring his designed images to life. My father was a very private man with a heart of gold. He was often known as taking in the homeless to provide food, shower and clean clothes and offering shelter to Cuban refugees until they were able to provide shelter for themselves. My father believed in celebrating life every day and holidays and birthdays were meant to be celebrated all year long with kind hearted actions and good will. I was told by one of my father’s nurses yesterday that cared for him the last two years, that my father was a “true legend” and I must agree. In complying with my father’s wishes we will not have a memorial and ask that in lieu of flowers, plants or cards that a donation be made in his name to your local homeless shelter.