Tomas Rosado passed away in Wakefield on November 3, 2018 surrounded by his loving family. Tomas was the beloved husband of Ninoska (Mendez) Rosado. Loving father of Maryorie Grande & her husband James of Wakefield and Ninoska Rosado-Arsenault & her husband Paul of Melrose. Cherished grandfather of Louis J. Grande, Nicholas J. Grande, Robert T. Arsenault & Eric P. Arsenault. Also survived by numerous nieces, nephews, family members and friends. Visitation will be held at the Gately Funeral Home, 79 W. Foster St. Melrose on Wednesday, November 7, 2018 from 4:00-7:00PM. Funeral procession from the Gately Funeral Home, 79 W. Foster St. Melrose on Thursday, November 8th at 9:00AM followed by a Mass of Christian Burial at Most Blessed Sacrament Church, 1155 Main St. Wakefield at 10:00AM. Interment at Forest Glade Cemetery in Wakefield. Relatives and friends are respectfully invited to attend. Memorial contributions may be made in Tomas's name to Alzheimer's Research Association, 309 Waverly Oaks Rd., Waltham, MA 02452 or to American Parkinson's Disease Association, 72 East Concord St., Boston, MA 02118. Born in Cuba, Tomas was the third of nine children. He married the love of his life in 1960 and in December, 1971 he and his family arrived in the United States establishing a new life. He was a devoted husband, father, grandfather and family man, hard worker, a true gentleman with a warm and friendly smile. He excelled at many hobbies including fishing, scuba diving, gardening, and photography. Music, art, cooking and sports were part of his daily life. He will be dearly missed by all who knew him. Thank you all for your support, prayers and comfort during this trying time and a special thanks to our friend Ann Marie for helping us put together ........ A FEW WORDS ABOUT OUR DAD TOMAS To us he was exemplary in every sense of the word. Our dad was 1 of 9 children, 3 boys and 6 girls; admired by his siblings for having the courage to flee Cuba for a new life in the U.S. He knew that move would provide for a better and free life for our mom and us, just as he instinctively knew moving from FL to MA, and from Chelsea to Belmont would improve our lives and yield more options for our future aspirations. Everything he did, he did to ensure our happiness and success. Despite immigrating, learning a new language and assimilating to a new way of life, he never forgot where he came from, maintaining contact with his family and shipping them what they needed as often as allowed. He was rugged and loved the outdoors, especially the sea and the thrill of fishing in the first light of day. It was not unusual for him to drive to Plum Island or Cape Cod at 2 or 3 in the morning to get in a few hours of fishing before putting in a full days work. He also loved the gentler sides of nature and birding. He was a runner, played soccer and baseball, loved to dance, listened to extraordinary music, and loved all kinds of art. He could cook and entertain, his pig roasts becoming legendary events and his flan requested by many, including our friends, for gatherings he was not even attending. He would spend hours tending the most delicate of flowers in his garden, while also providing shelter for the birds that seemed to know they were safe in his large yard in Waltham. He loved those birds and could identify them all - common or rare. Very likely, they knew him, as well. Our dad was an avid photographer. His zest and eye for beauty and composition led to the creation of many artistic images. He was also known for using his photography for mischief, such as when he told our kids friends that photos of animals he took on the National Geographic channel were taken on his African Safari. One cannot forget the style and flair of his impeccable linen or wool suits, his cashmere coats, his sophisticated hats and ties. His smile was warm, gleaming and gentle, his eyes expressive. He was good and gracious company-smart and knowledgeable and informed. You would never be bored in Tomas' company, and there would certainly always be a laugh and exchange of wits. Of course, he was more than just a man of many talents. He was a completely devoted husband to the love of his life, our mom. Together they saw much of the world, they danced to joyous music, they made wonderful friends, and they became the foundation for us, our husbands, Jim and Paul, and their cherished grandsons, Louis, Rob, Nick, and Eric. His love for our mom was clear and evident to everyone who knew them. Together they survived hardships in their early years and built a strong and incredible life together. We could see and feel the love between them and the pure affection that they held for one another. They had a marriage we and many would use as a guide and inspiration. Our Dad's love for our mom and us extended to his mother-in-law, Estrella. She was a member of our household and a beloved friend and confidant. He cared for her until her death and has her company now once again. As a father, his love for us was vivid and palpable. He took us everywhere, he would pile us and our friends in the car to take us ice skating - learning to skate himself so that he could be with us. He gave us all that he could, guided us when we needed, taught us how to be passionate about the beautiful things in life, taught us to be kind and good by his strong example, and to care about family, including the family you make by choice. We strive to live our lives with the spirit, grace and kindness he showed us every day. Ever the optimist, he encouraged us to work hard, persevere and have faith. Our father's love for his grandchildren was apparent in every interaction he had with them and in every word he spoke to them and about them. Looking at the moments captured in photos of our boys, now men, you will see him reaching, touching, hugging, talking, and, so often, smiling with love and pride. His love of fun is there too-in the headlocks he allowed himself to be put into, in the sticking out of his tongue while joking and laughing, in the looks of pure glee. He watched every sporting event the kids played in. Taught them all how to fish and practiced soccer and baseball with them. He was a grandfather any one would cherish and feel lucky to have. Knowing what it was like to have little or no family near, he welcomed to our home many foreign or out of state students who performed research or worked in his department at Harvard University offering a seat at our table or a helping hand. He did the same for our friends. So, memories of our dad will sustain us and all those who loved him. The desire for early morning fishing trips-sometimes racing for boats that were already missed, only to drive further and make it to sea, anyway-to the sunrises that would have been missed but for his passionate pleas to come to Plum Island and catch bluefish with him. We will remember him in the call of a bird, the brilliance of a flower opening to the sun, in the sound of the ocean and the music he loved. Know that he is being a superhero still - pushing cars from driveways at the end of a visit so that the children inside will believe him strong and unconquerable. Wear a fine hat in his honor. Find him in the details of a classy suit and tie, recall the light in his eyes that twinklel at the top of his smile. We will love and be kind to our family and to good, loyal friends, in honor of our Dad's memory.