Birth date: Oct 12, 1945 Death date: Jul 16, 2025
Areli Muñoz, age 79, of Olmsted Township, Ohio, passed away peacefully on July 16, 2025, surrounded by the love of his family. He was born on October 12, 1945, in Chiquimula, Guatemala. A devoted husband, father, grandfather, and Read Obituary
Arely was always a kind man, respectful of all the people around him and inspired us to be better persons. Thank you, God, for giving us the opportunity to have him in our family and to be a part of our life. Rodas Vega Family
We love Arely, he was always a respectful and kind man, intelligent, responsible and hardworking.
Luna Vega family
When I was a kid, I went to my grandparents for a sleepover with my brother, Sam, and my cousin, Hannah. We were upstairs giggling and cracking jokes until way past our bedtime, until I had to use the bathroom. While in there I heard Sam and Hannah get way too loud laughing about something. I wrapped up and went out of the bathroom to tell them to be quiet. I turned to the left and opened my mouth when WHAM! A hand came from behind me to smack my behind with the speed and shock of lightning hitting a tree in a thunderstorm! I was speechless. Not a word left my mouth as I turned around to see my Pito (Areli) straight faced. It was dead silent. The first words to break the silence were two from Pito‘s thick Hispanic accent: “Shut up”. Then he turned and left. I walked over to my sleeping bag, the silence hanging heavy as I crawled in my sleeping bag, mouth still agape, and fell asleep. The next morning was pretty normal, we woke up and got ready to head out when my Mita (Gloria) met me at the top of the stairs and said “John, your Pito couldn’t sleep last night after what happened and wanted to say something to you.” I watched as my Pito slid out shyly from behind a door and shimmied past my Mita, eyes on his feet. The silence came back as he lifted his head up and broke it with two more words in that thick Hispanic accent: “I’m sorry”. I looked at him and gave him a hug, and then we headed downstairs to leave until the next time we would come over to their place. I look back at this memory with fondness and laughter. I have never seen my silent and stoic Pito look like that before but seeing him be a strong enough man to admit his mistakes was inspiring to me. I’m going to strive to be like that. I loved my Pito and will miss him, but I am happy that he is in a better place right now of peace. I’m looking forward to seeing how he prepares our spot in the stars and heaven for us.
I love you Pito,
John Edwardo Munoz
