Arturo Adolfo Garcia
It is with profound sadness that we share the passing of our beloved father and grandfather Arturo Adolfo Garcia, who left us on Friday, June 7, 2024 at his home in League City. We were blessed to have him on this Earth for 80 years.
He was born on January 9, 1944 in La Grulla, Texas to Enrique and Gerarda Garcia.
Arturo enjoyed his time scratching lotto tickets, watching the Astros and Texans games, and chatting with anyone who happened to cross his path. He was a charismatic man who loved to joke, and could quickly become the center of attention in any room – the definition of a “social butterfly.” He was the only person who still read a physical newspaper, and the only person who still paid his bills by mail with a check. He was proud of his Texas roots, his hard-working nature, and his beautiful family. He loved his family with all his heart and wished he had more time to share with them. Most of all, he’ll miss mornings sipping piping hot coffee in the front patio with his wife Teresa – whom he loved more than anything in the world.
He was preceded in death by his parents Enrique and Gerarda Garcia; siblings: Frances Garcia Espinoza, Enrique Garcia Jr.; and in-laws: Celia M. Garcia, Rodolfo Treviño.
He is survived by his beloved wife of 57 years, Teresa; siblings: Ramiro Garcia, Gloria Treviño; children: Monica Cole, Susana Morales, Arturo Jr. (Honeida) Garcia; grandchildren: Austin, Brandon, Christian, Reese, Angelique, Hunter; and great-grandson Carsen.
The Family will receive friends for a celebration of life on Wednesday, June 12, 2024 at 4:00pm with a Rosary, presided by his brother-in-law Jose Ramon Garcia, at 7:00pm at Crowder Funeral Home, 1645 East Main, League City, Texas 77573.
Hi Teresa,
it is sad to think that Arturo is no longer with us. I’m sure I will think about him every time I walk by and see that bench on your porch. There were so many things that made him special. He had a great sense of humor; he would start off by calling me Dan or Don or something, and I would call him Orlando, or Amigo or something, then we’d talk about the Astros or U of H football or the Texans. Once he found out where I lived, he would stop and visit while taking his truck for a walk.
I actually started missing him a few years ago when he first got sick and couldn’t sit outside as often. I am sure many folks in the neighborhood will miss him. May he Rest In Peace.