Nubia E. Ventura

Nubia Esperanza Ventura was born in El Algodon, which is a pueblo of Santa Rosa de Lima in El Salvador, on November 10, 1948. She was the oldest of four siblings. Rafael, Marcelino, Rigoberto, and Celia Margarita Ventura. Her mother was Francisca Guzman and her father Brigido Ventura. She had four children, Rosie, Jorge, Carlos and Etelinda Lisseth.

Our mother was raised in a God fearing, humble but loving home. Her simple beginnings made her the great person we all had the pleasure of knowing. The truth is, there is no way to describe the kind of person my mother was, whether I use a hundred words, or a million, I'll still come up short. She means something different to each and every one of us and the many people that she touched throughout her life.

She was, first and foremost, a wonderful mother, the best friend anyone could ever wish for, a wonderful grandmother and a truly grand woman. She was there for everyone, and even right up to the end she was doing her best to help by giving us strength, advice and sparing us the details of her suffering and pain.

She never, at any point in her life, worried or thought about herself. Always it was other people who came first, and she showed so much love and affection to so many people, it's hard to believe that one woman was capable of so much. She was there for everyone she knew, at all times, day or night, no matter what, and that's what made her such a special person.

As a young girl my mother created bonds that lasted a lifetime. Today so many family and friends have reached out to us to express how much my mother meant to them because in one way or another they too were touched by her kindness and love. Whether it be helping in a time of need, helping a friend through personal problems, opening up her home and offering assistance and reassurance she did not complain or hesitated to offer a lending hand. Her thoughts were always about how to make things better for other people, and never how to take advantage of any situation for herself.

One of the most important things in Mom’s life was gardening, and she took great pride in her flowers and plants. It takes patience and perseverance and a love for living things to grow a garden or a beautiful flower. Gardening is tedious and hard work, but there is something that my mom knew and experienced that others sometimes do not. There is a beauty and a satisfaction in seeing the result of our labor grow. There is a peacefulness that can come over us as we care for and nurture the flowers and plants in a garden. My mom saw her children and grandkids as flowers that needed nurturing and love to grow.

My mother has faced many adversities throughout her lifetime. As a single mother of four little kids, she never flinched or swayed from what she had to do, or what she believed in. When she endured the loss of her son, although it's the most painful heartache a mother must overcome, she never lost her faith and she never stopped being a mother to the rest of her children.

It was no surprise that when we received the news that she had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer three years ago, and we broke down in despair our mother reassured us that she was full of faith and that God will be with us every step of the way. She never complained, never cursed God, and like Job she thanked the lord for his goodness and his mercy. She fought till the very end, the cancer took away all of her physical abilities but it did not touch her mind, it did not touch her heart and it did not touch her soul.

We are honored, truly, to call such a wonderful lady my mother. She was our greatest example, our mother and father, our friend our hero.

Mamita Linda, te amamos, te extrañaremos todos los días hasta que te logremos volver a ver. Te queremos tanto Madre y nunca vas a dejar de vivir en nuestro corazón.

We will miss her dearly but she will forever live in our hearts and we will keep her memory alive.

We love you mom,

Rosie Gonzalez, Jorge Salmeron, Lisseth Martinez

Que les puedo decir de mí madre...la verdad es que no hay manera de describir la aún use cien palabras o mil todavía saliera corta.

Ella significa algo diferente para cada uno de nosotros. Principalmente ella fue una Madre maravillosa, la mejor amiga que pudiéramos haber deseado, una abuela amorosa, una mujer grandiosa. Ella estuvo con todos nosotros en todo momento y aún en el fin hizo lo mejor para darnos, aliento, fuerza y para no dejarnos saber exactamente el sufrimiento físico en el cual se encontraba.

En ningún punto de su vida ella se preocupó por ella y por sus problemas siempre su afán era de ayudar a los demás que estaban pasando por necesidad. Ella demostró tanto amor y afecto es duro de creer que una mujer fuese capas de tanto.

Ella siempre estaba dispuesta de ayudar en cualquier momento día o noche, es so es lo que la hace una persona muy especial.

Desde pequeña mi madre creo conexiones que duraron una vida entera. ahora tanta familia y amigos an compartido con nosotros cuanto ella significaba para ellos por qué de una manera o otra ellos también fueron impactados por la bondad y el cariño que mi madre les brindó.

Si no era ayudando en tiempo dificultoso, o habriendo las puertas de su casa para un amigo o un familiar necesitado, o simplemente escuchando los problemas de otras personas mi mama simpre fue un oído, un hombro de apoyo. Nunca renegó o voltio sus espaldas si la necesitaban.

Una de las pasiones de mi madre eran sus plantas, y sus flores. Ella estaba muy orgullosa de su jardín. Se toma paciencia y perseverancia y mucho amor para darle vida a un jardín. En mi corazón, para mí madre mis hermanos, los nietos y toda la familia fuimos su jardín.

Mi madre paso por muchas tribulaciones es su vida, siendo una madre soltera con cuatro hijos pequeños nunca dejó que nada interviniera con sus responsabilidades de madre y siempre estuvo presente con su amor a nuestra familia.

Con la pérdida de mi hermano, ella demostró su fortaleza y su fe con Dios y nunca dejó de ser la madre ideal para nosotros.

Cuando recibimos la noticia de su enfermedad hace tres años, no fue sorpresa que cuando nosotros nos sentíamos derrotados ella nos reafirmó que estaba llena de fe y que Dios estaria con nosotros.

Ella nunca se quejó nunca renegó y nunca Se molestó con Dios y como Job le dio gracias al señor por su bondad y misericordia. Lucho hasta el final, el Cancer le quito todas sus abilidades físicas pero nunca tocó su mente, no toco su corazón y no toco su alma.

Somos dichosos de poder llamar a esta gran mujer madre. Ella fue nuestro mayor ejemplo, nuestra madre y padre, nuestra amiga y nuestra heroe.

La extrañáremos muchísimo pero vivirá en nuestros corazón por siempre y mantendremos su memoria viva.

Te amamos madre.

Rosie, Jorge y Lisseth