Dear Mom:

Sorry that I didn't post this commemoration about your passing away  on the 9th of this month of November, but I just wanted to let you know that all of us kids still keep you in our hearts.

This month marks the 5th anniversary of your passing on to the "Other Side" and all of us "kids" will be in attendance today 11/17/17 for a mass dedicated to honor you as that "Free Spirit" which embodied the essence of your being and which still lives on in your offspring and makes us the persons who we are today.  Here's wishing you a happy "Dia de los Muertos" although a little late but better late than never.

It's now been 4 years since you have left us but whenever I feel lonely I always think of you and the resilience and strength that you imparted to us kids, which will never leave me and makes me feel whole again. Thank you Ma.

On the eve of my birthday, I just want to wish my mother all the energy from the light she has illuminated to her off-spring back to her, so that we can proceed with our journeys in life with her behind us. Love you Mom. RIP

Gil  aka  "Swaggy G"

You will always live in our hearts and prayers.

Be Still

Be still like the grass on a melancholy summer day
Be still like desert shrub.

Be calm and you will hear your loved one speak, in the stillness, in the calm, their love resounds.

If you are still this promise I make, you will hear the voice of your loved one helping you along your way.

By Lamaretta Simmons

Poem for the 2nd anniversary of my mother's passing away.

"Don't Forget About Me"

Should I be feeling guilty, was there something I didn't do?
Did I not do enough to show all the love I had inside for you?
If you could say 3 words to me, would they be the ones I'd want to hear?
When I knock on heavens door for you will you push me away or hold me near?

There's a million questions that I have inside, and a million more that keep coming to mind,
Like where are you now and are you free from all your pain?
If someone asked you about me would you even remember my name?

I hope I've never left you dissapointed or ever let you down,
That all you've done is smile for me and upon me you've never frowned,
I want you to be proud of me, in the many years how far I've come,
From the smallest to the biggest things of all that I've ever done.

Even though you left me here without a Ma so long, Id never say your name in vain, disrespect you or do you wrong.
So all the questions I have inside, I guess they'll grow no more, Just promise me you'll be there the day I knock on heavens door.

Haiku for Mom sent as a message to Mars for the MAVEN Mission scheduled to be launched on 9/18/2013 created by son Gilbert Rodriguez;

Cosmogonic mom,
Past the abyss of death/space,
Ethereal mom.

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it's the memories of you that are the most precious.

By Lamaretta Simmons

February 2,
We remember you with joy on your Birthday, Mom. 
My first teacher,
I have just three things to teach:
simplicity, patience, com,passion.
These are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and in thoughts,
You return to the source of being.
Patience with both friends and enemies.
You are in accord with the way things are
Compassionate toward yourself,
You reconcile all beings in the world.
Thank you Mom.
Tu hija,
Marta



You instill in us your affection for all living things, especially cats.

This is our first Christmas without you, Mom.
I find comfort in the thought that Frank Sinatra is singing Christmas carols for you.
Thank you for teaching us how to keep Christmas.
Your loving daughter.
Martha

In loving memory of a wonderful person. We will love you and miss you always.

Take comfort in knowing that now you have a special guardian angel to watch over you.

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
<a target="_blank" href="http://poetryfoundation.org/index.html">The Poetry Foundation</a>

We remember a life well lived, with much service to others.
The Martindales of Boulder.

OBITUARIO

Martha Leonor Rivas Rodriguez

2 febrero, 1925 – 9 noviembre, 2012

Crist Mortuary & Cremation and Mountain View Memorial Park

Muestre su apoyo

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