My prayers and condolences to the Cano family. I remember her as always smiling and always kind when my Dad & mom (George & Katie Gomez) would take my sisters and I to visit the boys when I was very young. God Bless.

In Loving memory of my dear Mom.
Mom, you have been the most loving, affectionate, devoted, committed and accepting mom. I thank God for providing me you for 47 years.
As much as I understand God's word and my Catholic faith, the human side of me will continue to desire, yearn and search for your love and care that only a mother can give.
Mom, just like our blessed mother Mary's love for Jesus as his mother, her faith and hope in his divinity enabled her to endure the path to his death. I pray my love and everyone's love for you will enable me/us to cope with your death.
Dad, you have demonstrated for 56 years the same love and devotion Mary had in the passion. Mary could not stop the torture and death of her son despite any suffering.
Dad you have shown the same love and compassion as an example of how much you loved and cared for mom.
I know with God's help, family, friends and time, faith will help restore the emptiness I have.
Mom I know you are in our merciful heavenly father's care now. You no longer have to live in undefinable pain, agony and despair. I believe your faith was much greater than a mustard seed. Mom, I thank you for raising me with that same faith. Love your son, Manuel.
   
    A BLESSED AND EXTRAORDINARY MOM.
        Mom, I was truly Blessed.
           You were so giving,             
        so accepting yet so brave.
   The unmeasured ways you showed you  
  cared always made me feel your love.
    Your affection and comfort was 
     my pillow when I needed to 
            feel consoled.
     You were patient, direct and    
  imminent when I needed some guidance
   that only a mother could make aware.
     I yearn for your presence as I
     search now for your tender care.
    I know our Lord will fulfill this    
    empty space with his daily bread.
    I stand humbled to our Lord's grace   
      and spirit with my daily prayer.
            I will miss you mom!
      With everlasting love, Manuel.

Please accept my prayers to all the family, at the loss of your beautiful Wife, Mom, Sister, Tia Chickie.

God Bless,
  ~ Cousin Jacquelene

You will always live in our hearts and prayers.

Tia chickie,
 You will be missed greatly in all of our lives! Now you will be in peace with my grandpa Perez and Tia Chris! 
We love you always!

To Emilio and the Cano family I send my condolences for the loss of Flavia. I first met Emilio & Flavia at St Thomas More in 1984 I liked them both a beautiful loving couple, I enjoyed their friendship, they always made me feel that love and romance is alive and well anywhere. through the years since I always sent them a Christmas card just to let them know that I still think about them.May God bless the Cano family and may Flavia be at peace with God.

Emilio and sons:  We remember Chickie when all our boys were growing up in Rialto and playing baseball at the "Rockpile."  She was friendly, kind, and patient with the kids.  We moved away to the mountains and lost contact.  We were saddened to hear of her passing.  We  remembered your family  yesterday as we gathered for Mother's Day.  She was a very special lady.  God Bless you all.

My thoughts and prayers are with my Uncle Emilio, my cousins and there families. Also with my Aunt Chickie's sisters and brothers and all who were touched by her love and grace. I will always have happy memories of her. God bless you Tia.

~There are no words to say to you during this very difficult time to ease your pain, but please know my thoughts and prayers are with all of you~

To all the Cano family. My condolences and prayers to everyone and a special prayer to Flavia.  She was a terrific lady that will be missed. Emilio I send you a special prayer. I recall our days working in the Govt together.  May Flavia rest in peace and may your memories continue to bring smiles to everyone who knew Flavia.  God Bless you all.    Jesse Mendoza, Upland, CA.

Flavia's light lives on in the grace and warmth she passed on so beautifully to her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. She is now seated next to Mary in Heaven, where the most wonderful mothers in the world get to go. Flavia your bright spirit is forever reflected in the boys you raised so well...thank you for your son Dan especially. He is my friend of over twenty years and I am so thankful to have known him and been inspired by his heart for almost half my life!  
God Bless all the Cano's at this time and our family's prayers are with you now and forever.

My thoughts and prayers are with you in this time of grief.  Mrs. Cano leaves an amazing legacy wiht her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.

To represent the light that Mrs Cano was and still is in your lives.  May she rest in peace.

My deepest sympathy to the Cano family.  I wish I could have met your Mom, Dan.   She sounds like she was a beautiful mother and I know how hard it is to lose a mom who is so magical.   As you say it is your Dad who is in deep grief and I send him my deepest condolences.  I'd like to thank both your parents for having you and raising you into the much loved and cherished friend that you are to me.  All my love, Boo cx

My sincere condolences to Flavia's family. It was an honor to work with her in the ROP in Rialto.  She was a dedicated teacher and affected many young lives positively.

Tia Chickie was so amazing and a wonderful person. 

Last August, I had flown down for my baby shower and was told most likely Tia Chickie wouldn't be to attend because of her health but she had sent her love and best wishes to me earlier. The baby shower had started and I could hear someone say, "Tia Chickie and Tio Emilio are here." I was so excited and waddled myself over and gave both of them a big hug and kiss. I was so surprise and couldn't ask for a better gift then to see all my tias and tias together that it brought back the many childhood memories my cousins and me had of all our tias and tios singing "Volver, Volver", laughing, and smiling, singing a little off key.

The sun was about to set and the baby shower was coming to an end, we both made our way to one another, and she gave me a warm hug. She then bowed her head, placed her hand on my stomach, and said a blessing. It warmed my heart so much because Tia had so much love, faith, and strength that it made me feel I could conquered the world at that moment.

As Tia and Tio left, I couldn't stop thinking how strong Tia was even though she was sick, she made it through heck and back but still came to see me, which I knew then I would never forget. She helped remind me that through any struggle there is hope, love, strength, faith, and most importantly family.

I love you, Tia!!! 

My condolences Tio, Danny, Tommy, Manuel,and Beaver. If there is anything you need, please let me know.

To the entire Cano Family...especially our friend, TOMMY, who we became acquainted with through his energetic & upbeat stops @ Sam's Club in Ontario. May our GOD of all Heaven and earth wrap His loving arms around you during this difficult time and bring you comfort & peace. Sorry for your loss-in our thoughts & prayers.  
JOHN & KIMBERLY GENELLI.   (Fontana,  Ca)

My Sister was a kind and compassionate person. She was always willing to give a helping to me and many others.  She always thought of others needs before her own needs. I miss her more then words can say. Love you always and forever.

~for my mother

THE WEDDING VOWS

On May 5, 1956 a young couple stood before each other in the presence of their family and friends to exchange the following vows:

I, Emilio, take you, Flavia, to be my lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.

I, Flavia, take you, Emilio, to be my lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.

There is nothing remarkable about these vows. They have been spoken millions of times throughout the years by other couples in love. Yet in the moment, at this point in every ceremony, there is a hush in the room. It is at this moment that the two standing before each other become one in marriage. It's a magical moment, one in which many of us dreamed of having.

I try to imagine my parents, young, feeling immortal in many ways. Did they have the maturity, or foresight, to really look ahead and try to imagine how they were going to live out those vows? Did they know that they would raise four young men, and be emotionally tested on a daily basis as they struggled to provide a united front when faced with the challenges of raising children? Could they have known that for better or worse they would hang in there even at times when the sight of, or a word from, each other would make them want to scream or go running for the hills?

I often look back at the early photos of my parents, especially those they took during their courtship. What I see is a young, beautiful and pure girl standing alongside of a leather jacketed, greasy slicked back haired, rough and tumbled sort of a guy. It always confirms what I have often heard, that the right woman can tame the wildest of beasts.

My mother came from a very traditional Mexican Catholic family. Her parents were very old fashioned, and protective, of their seven beautiful daughters. They had two sons whose role was to always have a careful eye for whatever guy came sniffing around them. My mother lost her mother early in life, so about the time my father showed up, there was only her father there to stand guard at the front door. I can tell you this much, he had no interest in promoting the romance that was unfolding between his daughter and this hooligan of a guy. It wasn't until one day this young man showed up at his door, alongside his two parents, to ask for his daughter's hand in marriage that he was saw beyond the rough exterior.

Oh how time changes everything, as by the time my brothers and I arrived, this young couple were living out their vows as they worked hard to provide a loving and spiritually guided home for their children. As each of us sons grew to maturity we each had a clear vision, and understanding, of what type of relationship we wanted in our life as well. We had lived day in, and day out, learning exactly what commitment meant.

My mother was a little ahead of her times. She sort of broke the mold of what was expected from a traditional Mexican woman. She sought an education, and in time found her vocation as an educator for high school and young adults. She always balanced this with an impeccably kept home and delicious food placed daily on the table for our family dinners. When we were sick, she cared for us. When we excelled, she cheered us on. When we faltered, she set us back on the right track. And when she was tested, she always responded with unconditional love.

For many years my mother had been sick. She endured ongoing hospitalizations, medical treatments and daily pain. My mother suffered, yet she continued to make every effort to provide for all of her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. In spite of her suffering, my mother always had a sense of pride and dignity. My mother had these because of my father.

Sometime in the early hours of May 5, 2012, 56 years to the day, a not so young woman lay beside a not so young man, in the presence of God. They each had the wisdom to know that any day could be their last. Neither took the other for granted. Each laid there expecting to wake. One did. The other did not.

My father is a hero to everyone in my family. My father has been there for my mother every step of the way. For many years he met all of my mother's needs. For many years he put my mother needs before any of his own. For many years my father put his pride aside for the sake of hers. As the children of this loving couple, we have many reasons to be thankful. They have provided us with a strong foundation of love. They have taught us what the word 'love' truly means. 

Committed love is not a fairy tale. It's not always easy or pretty. Committed love means you are there for it all. Committed love means that you are willing to present yourself to your spouse with all your gifts and imperfections. Committed love means you are willing to be there in sickness and in health, knowing that you may be the one standing alone when death does then part you.

I know that my mother is now at peace. I know that my mother is now in the presence of God, and surrounded by the many that have passed before her. I personally know of one angel who was there to greet her with a wide beaming smile and a round bald head.

Now we need to each step up and be a constant presence for my father. The days ahead of him will be very challenging. My mother once told me that there could be nothing more difficult for her than losing my father. After my husband died she felt it odd that one of her sons was already a widower, and was walking the grief journey before them. Yet I believe it now gives her comfort knowing that someone will be there to provide guidance.

My gift, our gift, of thanks to our mother will be to see that we take on the commitment she made to our father that someone will be there for him in sickness and in health, until death do us part.


With all my love.

Dan I am praying for you and your family. I believe that every great loss demands that we choose life again.  We need to grieve in order to do this.  The pain we have not grieved over will always stand between us and life.  When we don't grieve, a part of us becomes caught in the past.
Grieving is not about forgetting.  Grieving allows us to heal, to remember with love rather than pain.  It is a sorting process. One by one you let go of the things that are gone and you mourn for them.  One by one you take hold of the things that have become a part of who you are and build again. I love you Daniel Cano and I am here for you.

God bless the whole family, my prayers are with you during this difficult time. 
Autumn Perez Stone

Our prayers are with all cano family, my tia was angel from above ,there are no words worthy enough in how much we all love her and miss her.

My condolences to all the Cano family. Flavia was a wonderful, beautiful women who I know will be sorely missed by all of you. Prayers and thoughts are with you all. I wish I could be there on May 15, but will be there in spirit. Love to all of you.

OBITUARIO

Flavia "Chickie" Cano

5 abril, 1934 – 5 mayo, 2012

Montecito Memorial Park and Mortuary

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