In loving memory of Angelo Manuel Pagan, Jr., who drove through life like he drove his big rig – full throttle and with a heart as big as his haul. Born June 21,1953, he left us September 26th, 2024, taking his final ride into the sunset on the highway to heaven.
Dad was a long-haul truck driver known for his unparalleled ability to drive anything with wheels – even riding shopping carts through parking lots. Pops wasn’t just a driver he was a motorcycle aficionado, roaring down the road turning heads and hearts. He had a special relationship with his motorcycle, often saying it was the only companion that could match his need for speed and wind in his hair – back when he had hair, of course. “Ladies man” doesn’t even begin to cover it – he had charisma and machismo. Pop had an undeniable, even legendary, charm that could make the toughest truck stop waitress swoon and a smile that lit up every diner he ever stepped into.
Daddyo is preceded in death by the last remote that refused to work for him – seriously, it didn’t stand a chance.
He is survived by his devoted daughter Jessica; his beloved son Michael; and his three cherished grandchildren, Gage, Clementine & Bodhi. Who will forever remember his larger-than-life personality, epic stories, uncanny impressions, love of Motown and his ability to turn any mundane family gathering into a comedy show riot. They will forever treasure the countless stories of his adventures on the road, each embellished with just the right amount of exaggeration, he never let the truth get in the way of a good tale. Papi leaves behind a legacy of laughter, love and more than a few questionable stories that his family will retell with varying degrees of accuracy.
Rest easy, Dad. We’ll miss you terribly but your laughter and love will forever ride shotgun in our hearts.