Dad was born in Monterey Nuevo Leon Mexico on December 1st, 1919. He then was brought to Rocky Ford Colorado as an infant and later to live in Chino, CA as a young man. Just a few years later he would meet a beautiful woman named Della Hernandez, Where he fell head over hills for her. Finally he charmed himself in to her heart. They soon married, raised and provided for a total of 13 children and was a father figure to many others.
Dad always made sure when holidays came around we had turkey for Thanksgiving, gifts for Christmas, Easter baskets, fire works, and candy for Halloween. Family outings were important to Dad. Even just a ride into the mountains to see the snow or get some fresh air. The beach, the parks, Tijuana, or relatives homes. stuffed liked sardines in the car but we were going somewhere.
Dad worked at various jobs in the fields as a bus driver, a cow milker, served in the Army. A proud WW2 Veteran. A long term construction job, Union Local 783.
Dad was a very hard worker. his old tired withered hands told a story of his unselfishness. He would go out of his way to come to our rescue, when our cars broke down or just to stop in to see if anything around our home needed to be done. He would stop by when the gas man left to make sure the dryer, wall heater or stove was hooked up properly. Carrying his toolbox and giant wrench in hand.
Dad loved family get togethers. Just to have a puroon (Party) or to prendid la hornea.(Start up the BBQ Grill) His favorite was holding the pinata rope so high. The kids wouldn't have a chance. Mean time in his other hand holding a Budweiser making sure he would stay vertical or solid as a worm.
Dad was a very funny man. He loved to tell jokes and crazy stories. he would nick name any of his children and grand-children. One of his many talents was translating Mexican music to English.
Dad would read the obituary column to see who died lately, or who was not attending his funeral. And often asked
"Would there be any room in heaven for me? Cuz everybody that died was going to meet their maker or has gone to meet the Lord.
Dad mentioned one day, that if a certain person from Chino died, he would be left... the ugliest man in Chino. No names mentioned. In my eyes and heart he is a (handsome dude) as he often called himself.
Dad had many Hospital stays. He would say "The buzzards are tapping at my window." but wasn't quite ready to go with the Lord. He had many names for our heavenly father. Chew-chi, Q-tu, Jesus, Geezus, The Lord, and his God. during one of his Hospital stays he accepted the Lord into his heart. He always sang a song. SIEMPRE EN LA LUZ CAMINANDO CON Q'TU.
Dad used to lay in bed sometimes with his arms crossed and one of us would stop in to ask... "What are you doing Dad?" he replied, "Practicing!" "Practicing what?!" we'd ask. His response was "Laying in my coffin."
Dad's day came where practice made perfect on May 8th, 2012 in Hesperia, CA. To be re-united with his beautiful Wife of 70 years they shared together. He lived a full life, 92 years and he will be missed dearly by many. It is our honor and privilege to have him as our father. Thank you Dad for those wonderful years of memories.
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