July 28, 1954 – April 23, 2021
Francisca Herrera, 66, passed away April 23, 2021 at the home of her daughter Luisa, surrounded by her loving family.
She was born to Rene Quezada and the late Luisa Guzman in Moca, Dominican Republic.
Francisca was blessed with a large and loving family. She is the oldest out of 12 siblings: Miguelo, Ynosencio, Antonio, Antonia, Ninal, Joselito, Miledy, Adalgisa, Ricardo, Monica, and Daniel. She raised five beautiful children with patience, discipline and humility: Jose, Yesenia, Luisa, Rosa and Jyrom. She has eleven grandchildren: Jose Jr., Abigail, Angelly, Izabel, Angel, Johan, Kevin, Imari, Tatiana, Azariah and Zion. And she has three great-grandchildren Max, Malachi and Avery.
Visitation will be held Tuesday, 5-7 p.m, with a service at 7 p.m. in the PONTARELLI-MARINO Home, 971 Branch Avenue, Providence. Burial will follow on Wednesday at 9:45 a.m. in North Burial Ground, 5 Branch Avenue, Providence.
Tuesday, April 27, 2021
Tuesday, April 27, 2021
Wednesday, April 28, 2021
April 27, 2021
Where do I start? Probably day 1: when Josh, Judy & I were playing in the back yard- out comes Rosa & Hydo. We pretended as if we were speaking a different language, when asked we told them that we were Indian/Native American- lol. That would be the first day of many years to come; Hydo became my unofficial sparring partner & best friend. Rosa an anti-social Taurus that loved Telenovelas...lol- that sometimes felt like being bothered with us immature folk. Luisa, the voice of reason & enforcement- she kept us in-line without getting us in trouble (Thank You Lisa); to this day I just don't get how someone dips bread in coffee, lol. Yesenia, I remember when Jose Luis first came around, the loud music officially gave us the hottest house on the block- then here comes lil' Angel in the belly... lol. Jose, stayed w/ a quarter unwilling to give w/o a barter. I remember when me & Hydo snuck & moved his car, talk about high-tailing! Then you, Francisca! From that back window you caught us doing way too much- you were lowkey an investigator, lol. You're voice carried from Hyat to Manton Projects... My first Spanish lessons, you taught me. I lost count of all the pinches, and door slams...lol. But what I remember most is your smile, you in front of the stove, or at the table assembling jewelry. I never forgot that time you taught me how to make Yucca w/ red onions... Or the pollo guisado, that I still cant get right. Over recent years we have all grown like branches to one big tree; distant, but still connected. The seasons of this life call for so much, no greater calling then extending the things we cherish most to a universe beyond our grasp. A significant part of my childhood shattered when I received the message that you had transitioned... The only peace I have is knowing that you are rid of all the worldly worries. Although we are here and forced to live without your physical presence I pray that the memories provide each of us comfort in the loneliest of moments.