March 21, 1938 - May 23, 2020
Rodimiro A. Félix (Rody) age 82, was born in Nacozari Sonora, México on March 21, 1938. He went home to our Lord on May 23, 2020. He is survived by his wife of 59 years, María Dolores Olivarez Félix (Loly), Children: Norma A. Blanco (Fernando), Martín R. Félix (Rosie), Luis A. Félix, Laura Félix-Moyer (Mark). Grandchildren: Christian Felix, Matthew Blanco (Ciafa), Allyssa Blanco, Nicholas Felix, Ian Blanco, Alexandria Moyer, Marcus Moyer. Great-grandchildren: Ruby and expected Baby Girl.
Brother: Reginaldo Félix (Elvia), Sisters: Delia Piñón ✝︎ (Rodolfo ✝︎ Lucila González (Francisco ✝︎), Gloria Varela (Robert), Irma Alvarez (Agustin), Edilia Campa (Alejandro ✝︎), María De Lourdes Cruz (Jose Luis), Christine Lara (Robert). Parents: Ventura ✝︎ and Herminia Félix ✝︎.
Brief Summary of His Life:
When Rody was born, our father, “Papá Ventura” was ecstatic to have a son, after four daughters. Papá Ventura promised “Mamá Herminia,”a new living room set if a boy was born. Papá Ventura got his son and Mamá Herminia got her living room set. Both parents were so thrilled to have their baby boy! On Rody’s first birthday, Papá Ventura had a wooden rocking horse custom made for him. Rody loved horses so much that Dad gave him a mare on his 5th birthday along with a custom-made leather saddle for his beautiful mare. Rody would join Papá Ventura in rounding up horses and cattle. They would take hunting and camping trips for several days together. He would recount his Mamá Herminia would pack them bean burritos, enough to last them for several days. Sometimes, the beans would begin to get stale, but Rody would still enjoy them.
He later grew up in Nuevo Casas Grandes, Chihuahua, México where he thrived. It’s no surprise Rody made many friends since he had a great sense of humor. He was brave, cheerful, responsible, humble, kindhearted, and easy-going. He enjoyed target shooting, fishing, weightlifting, and playing baseball with his friends as a teenager. One of his friends was Agustín (aka) “Cayamo,” who later became his sister Irma’s husband. Rody began working in a sawmill sharpening bandsaws used in large timber machinery.
The family later relocated to Agua Prieta, Sonora, México. At the age of 19, Rody met a 16-yr. old young lady named María Dolores (aka “Loly”). They married three years later.
Four years after marriage, they relocated to California where they laid down roots as they raised their 4 children. Rody worked in the lumber trade as a Sawmill Superintendent. Rody retired in 2000 from the lumber industry and chose to relocate to Tucson to be closer to his siblings. The last 20 years of his life Rody spent a great deal of time with his brother Regi. They were known to look for and try out good restaurants to eat at, not only in the city, but also out of town. They took trips to Hermosillo, Sonora and occasionally to Nacozari. They designed and built custom woodworking projects that were beautifully done.
Rody looked forward to the “Brothers’ and Sisters’ Monthly Reunion”, a forum to keeping the sibling relationship strong. Rody and Regi, always eager, enthusiastically inquired when and where their next meeting would take place. As sisters, we would spoiled them with choices of the foods they craved. When asked what they wanted to eat, they would ask each other, “What do you think brother?” Then they would gladly choose.
Rody loved to share the story of when he was 4 years old and lived in “El Porvenir,”a mining town near Nacozari. He would recount: “One day, my sisters Gloria and Irma were pushing me on a swing that “Papa Ventura” had hung from a tree. They were pushing me so hard that suddenly, I let go of the rope. I flew over a fence, landing on the other side of a tall wall. My sisters became so scared, they ran to me and threw a towel over my head. They held me and were smothering me to the point of suffocation. I started slapping the towel and flapping my arms as they screamed continuously, ‘Rodimirito, Rodimirito’. As it wasn’t funny then, I laughed later in life as I recalled this story. Gloria and Irma had witnessed an old custom; moms would cover the head of the child that sustained an injury as to not allow air into the injured head. This was just hilarious to me as I remembered them covering my head, smothering me and screaming, ‘Rodimirito, Rodimirito.’ ”
Rody was a loving husband, father, brother. He was always willing to lend a helping hand to anyone in need. He would say that his greatest accomplishment were his children.
Rody enjoyed and was grateful for the life he had, especially the love for and from his family. He embraced life and will forever be remembered. He will live in our hearts until eternity... we will miss him greatly, but also know that he will always be present and in our midst forever. We are not saying goodbye but see you soon.
WE LOVE YOU A LOT RODY!
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