Dear God,

Thank You for giving me Gigi and for all the love, memories, and moments we shared with her. I’m so thankful that she was part of my life, even though it hurts so much that she’s gone.

Gigi, I want you to know that I love you, and I’m going to miss you more than I can put into words. I’ll miss your presence, your voice, your hugs, and all the little things that made you special to me. I wish I could have more time with you, but I will carry the memories we made in my heart.

God, please take care of Gigi and give my family comfort as we miss her. When I feel sad, please remind me that it’s okay to cry, it’s okay to miss her, and that the love I have for her will always remain.

Gigi, thank you for being someone I could love and remember forever. I love you, and I’ll never forget you.

Amen❤️

I wanted to share a memory that I have always held onto of Ms. Escochea.

In my younger years, there was a hurricane that came ashore in Corpus Christi.  As we often did, we would usually end up at someone’s house, ready to barbecue and ride out the storm. But this time was different.  We had underestimated the storm and had procrastinated being proactive about boarding up the windows.

I received a call from my older brother, Javier, telling me that we needed to get to work.  I can’t quite remember if we boarded up my mom’s house first, but I do remember boarding up the Chinaberry house with Javier, in the pouring rain. Not long after, he told me it was time to go to his mom’s house and board up her windows, so that’s what we did.

When we arrived, we immediately got to work in the heavy rain. I was holding one board against a window, while Ms. Escochea was right there beside me, holding another board against the next window. We pleaded with her to go inside, but she wasn’t having it.

Afterward, we told her that she needed to come with us so we could weather the storm together. She looked right back at us and was adamant that no storm was going to chase her out of her home.

That was yet another testament to the strong woman she truly was. There was no force on earth that was going to push this woman around—not even a hurricane.

That’s who Ms. Escochea was.

A strong, single mother who raised three boys into wonderful strong men.  She was tough, determined, loving, and fiercely devoted to her family.

She was deeply loved, and she will be deeply missed by all of us who had the privilege of knowing her.

God bless Ms. Escochea, her family, and everyone who loved her. May she rest in peace.

Javier , Sammy and Jesse
I’m so sorry for the loss of your beautiful Mom.  She was always kind and welcoming to me . I also remember her being strong and fire-y ,guess she had to be while  raising boys !  I will always reflect on her with admiration and fondness for the amazing woman  she was. 
Please know I will keep y’all and all your families in my prayers as you walk this difficult path..
With much Love and hugs, 💟✝️
Monica

I want to share a little of what life has taught me about family.

Each generation passes down what GOD provides — something we can never get back once it’s gone.

I’ve lived as a son, a brother, a husband, a father, and now a grandfather, and through each season I’ve learned more about the quiet, powerful ways love is given.

When you’re born, your mother stays up long hours watching over you, making sure nothing harms you. She feeds you, bathes you, clothes you, and gives you all the love you need to survive in this world. She holds your hand when you’re afraid and comforts you through the hardest moments of your life.

You grow up not fully understanding everything she poured into you. You’re just living your life, unaware of the sacrifice, the patience, and the strength that shaped you into who you are today.

Eventually, you move out, start your own family, and the cycle begins again. She gives you advice — wisdom she learned raising you, and wisdom passed down to her — still not realizing the true weight of the gift she’s sharing.

Then one day, she grows old. She needs you to hold her hand. She needs you to comfort her through the difficult moments of her life.
You sit beside her bed, watching her, and suddenly you understand and, in that moment, you finally understand.

The treasure GOD gives each generation is TIME—the time to love, to serve, to honor, to hold, and to be held.

A treasure that cannot be stored, returned, or reclaimed.
A treasure meant to be used today because tomorrow is never promised.

Ecclesiastes 3 1-2

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Annie Marie Escochea

July 29, 1940 – September 2, 2026

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