Lead Me..
Guide me, radiant light, through the darkness that surrounds me; lead me always further on.  This night is dark and I am far from home;  guide me further on.
Guide my steps: I do not ask
to see right away what you have in store for me. One step at a time is sufficient for the time being. I was not always like this and I have not
always prayed for you to lead me. I preferred my own way;
but now I pray that You will guide me. I dreamed of days of glory and pride lead my steps.. I pray, do not remember those past years.
Your might has blessed me
abundantly; and today you will undoubtedly lead me through mounts and vales,
through stoney paths and steep ridges until night ends and morning 🌄 smiles. Tomorrow, the
faces of angels I loved for so long, but have lost sight of will smile again. Guide me radiant light, lead me further..
Amen.

Silence and peace.  She was taken to the land of life.
Why ask questions?
Her home for now is rest and
her clothing, light. Forever.
Silence and peace, what do we know? 
My God, Lord of history,  master of yesterday, and of
tomorrow. In Your hands lay
the keys of life and of death.
Without asking us You have taken her to Your holy dwelling. We close our eyes,
we bow our heads, and we
simply say....Ameñ.


I cherish our last ♥ good laugh together. Recalling the time when Valerie (punkin), James(jimmy), Raul, and you Mom all went to the market. We all miss and 😍 love you.

Mom, you were the best manager any team could ever ask for and all the girls and staff love you. ❤ you'll remain ever in our hearts.

Mom liked going places.  Didn't really matter where - she liked to go for a ride.  She liked to visit the open wilderness as long as she knew she didn't have to stay.  Liked little pretty, sparkling, or shining things.  She loved her plants and various cacti and she loved to collect.

Mom was the best softball manager that ever was. Loved and respected by the whole team.

GOD SAW YOU
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be, so He put His arms around you and whispered "Come with me."
With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away, and though we love you  dearly, we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands were put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us . . . .
He only takes the best. 

To Becky, Valerie and Arthur... I'm so very sorry for the loss of your mom and grandma! I look forward to seeing her beautiful smile again in the resurrection. Sending you all big hugs and lots of love. You will be in my prayers!
Joanna DeHart Strickland
Friend
April 8, 2022

The things I remember about Mom.  She liked postcards from wherever I had traveled, whether it be Palm Springs or Hawaii -- she knew I was not an avid picture taker like her, so she settled for postcards.  She had a green thumb and could grow just about anything, or save any plants that I brought to her.  One of the last things she said to me was "Hija take the Iris' to your house or else they are not gonna make it".  Lastly she was my best critic when I was learning to bake from scratch, she would try all my creations and then tell me what I might change next time.  Except for coconut she just did not like it.  Love you mom and miss you lots.  Becky

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Phyllis Rodriguez

23 août 1932 – 27 février 2022

Montecito Memorial Park and Mortuary

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