Patricia Lopez Flores

May 31, 1960April 9, 2012

Patricia Lopez Flores of Flatonia passed away Monday, April 9, 2012 at the age of 51.She was born May 31, 1960 in Chihuahua, Mexico to Maria Teresa Morales Vaquera and the late Rogelio Lopez Alonso. Patricia is survived by her husband, Gerardo Flores Morales of Flatonia; four sons, Gerardo Raul Flores, Eduardo Lopez Flores, Andres Lopez Flores, and Ruben Lopez Flores all of Flatonia; two daughters, Aidee Patricia Lopez- Robles and Ana Jhense Lopez Peters both of Flatonia. Two brothers, Gustavo Lopez Morales and Carlos Lopez Morales both of Juarez, Mexico; three sisters, Leticia Lopez Arguello of Juarez, Mexico, Teresa Lopez Morales and Angelica Lopez Morales of Flatonia; four grandchildren; and mother, Maria Teresa Morales of Flatonia. She is preceded in death by her father, Rogelio Lopez Alonso and one brother, Rogelio Lopez Morales. Visitation will start Wednesday, April 11, 2012 at 12:00 pm at Smith Funeral Home Chapel in Flatonia. Rosary will be 7:00 pm Wednesday, April 11, 2012 at Smith Funeral Home. Funeral Services will be 10:00 am Thursday, April 12, 2012 at Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Flatonia with Reverend Joe Hybner officiating. Burial will follow in the sacred Heart Catholic Cemetery in Flatonia. Words of comfort may be shared with the family at Smith Funeral Home, 128 East 5th Street, Flatonia, Texas 78941 3618653311


  • Visitation Wednesday, April 11, 2012
  • Rosary Service Wednesday, April 11, 2012
  • Funeral Service Thursday, April 12, 2012

Patricia Lopez Flores

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April 8, 2013

A face that is always on my mind,
A smile I have seen a million times,
Two eyes that would light up the sky at night,
One last battle you could not fight,
The day was long, then night then morn.
I knew that soon you would be gone,
I clasped your hand so warm in mine,
Soon we would be out of time,
To stay with us you fought so hard,
A million pieces went my heart,
Now a photo I look at to see your smile,
But great memories I will always keep with me,
Your love in my heart for eternity,
I never got to say goodbye,
To understand why, I can but try,
Waiting in heaven from this moment on,
'Till god asks you to bring me home....


February 8, 2013

Thank you, mom, for standing by my side.
Thank you, mom, for trusting me enough to know there is nothing I hide.
Thank you, mom, for believing in me.
Thank you, mom, for seeing all there is in me to see.
Thank you, mom, for loving me unconditionally.
Thank you, mom, for sharing your love with me.
Thank you, mom, for allowing me to learn from you.
Thank you, mom, for lifting me up when I'm blue.
Thank you, mom, for seeing me through.
Thank you, mom, for just being you.
I thank you, mom, for all of these things.
And I thank you for all the laughs, smiles, and joy that you brought.


February 1, 2013

As you release this butterfly
in honor of me,?
know that I'm with you and
will always be.?
Hold a hand, say a prayer,?
close your eyes and see me there.?
Although you may feel
a bit torn apart,?
please know that I'll be
forever in your heart.?
Now fly away butterfly as
high as you can go,?
I'm right there with you
more than you know.

Aidee Robles

November 27, 2012

If I had one would be a ladder that goes to heaven, so I could see you and bring you home....I bought an ornament to put on her Christmas tree and this is what it says


October 30, 2012

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

Aidee Robles

September 21, 2012

Thank you Flaco... :)

Gerado Flores

August 16, 2012

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not're coming here to me.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)
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