- Visitation Friday, March 9, 2018
- Funeral Service Friday, March 9, 2018
- Reception Friday, March 9, 2018
Jose M. Valenzuela
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March 9, 2018
I remember playing cards. Rummy and 21. My dad liked playing solitaire. I even got him a deck of large print cards. He didn't like them very much.
Dad ate a "tuna" from the cactus tree. I wasn't there yet. But looking at the picture he loved it. Dad liked eating . He was a "foodie".
My memories will keep you alive in my heart and my head always. I talk about you now and will continue to share you with others.
I love you, Dad.
May you have everlasting peace and happiness! You deserve it!
March 7, 2018
Being separated from your family can be difficult and in some ways it can be easy. The adage “out of sight, out of mind” plays a heavy role in this. I don’t often think of my grandparents when I’m at work, at the grocery store, or doing any other menial but necessary tasks of daily life. But my Grandpa passed away this week and I’ve one nothing but think of him for the past few days. It’s sad to think that this is what triggers these thoughts, but I am human and thus am imperfect. Almost unbidden, memories have been replaying across my mind like an old movie reel. I may not have known much about my Grandpa, but there are some things I do know.
I know that he had a sweet tooth, a constant craving for tasty things. It is from him that I picked up the habit of eating not yet purchased grapes from the store.
I know that he worked hard every day of his life to provide security and stability for his family.
I know that though he never strayed far from home, he as fiercely independent and had the spirit of a wanderer in his blood and soul.
I know that he taught me how to swim, granted this was by promptly tossing me into the 8 ft. deep end at the pool and chuckled while I briefly panicked before taking to the water like the proverbial fish. He taught me how to do a breaststroke, taught me not to fear the water, and taught me to love the waves, regardless of their size.
I know that he sometimes said things that weren’t very nice, that were audacious, a little cruel, and even racist. It’s hard to blame someone, let alone your elder, for speaking what the things they think they know.
I know that my Grandpa was proud, stubborn, and often threatened to spank or hit us when we were little. Thinking back though, those motions were only that, a threat to get us to behave. He never struck me in anger, even if I probably deserved a good smack.
I know that he spent hours playing with me, pretending to be a giant or a monster with crashing footsteps and would chase us around.
March 6, 2018
March 6, 2018
He may not of had a filter...but he was a great man. With only a 7th grade education, he managed to have a home for his family. He taught me how to shoot pool, swim and dive. He was a happy, laid-back type of man. He worked hard. He used to leave candy at the foot of my bed when he worked the night shift. We watched all the westerns on TV. Always kind. I love you Daddy always and forever. You were the best man and father a girl could have.
Your daughter, Sally