My mother was also a hard-working immigrant woman she worked on and off in the garment industry who struggled through a lifetime of hard times. But, again, we decided to move forward--for her to live with the pain would have been torturous. I know she was heartened to see my return. I will also hope to have a sweat ceremony soon in her name and for all the mothers in the world--including those suffering from the ills of this world. For once she acknowledged I had done some good in this world--and to live long enough to have your mother say this, which doesn't always happen, helped complete an important circle for me. Maria is survived by her loving husband of 57 years, Leonel Rodriguez, Sr.
My own sister, Ana, who took care of my mother for 16 years after my father died, was laid off last week. Burial will follow to Valley Memorial Gardens in Mission. That morning doctors removed her respirator after putting her asleep and we all took turns saying our last words and prayers, or just holding her hand, until her final breath. She survived breaking a number of bones in two major falls. The Dignity Memorial brand name is used to identify a network of licensed funeral, cremation and cemetery providers that include affiliates of Service Corporation International, 1929 Allen Parkway, Houston, Texas. To my mother, I pray she is in peace, enveloped in the benevolent hands of the Creator, in the abundance of the ancestors, among all the indigenous who have died and been slaughtered for us to live.
Maria was a devoted catholic who liked to collect angels. And she left four children--my brother Jose Joe , my sisters Ana and Gloria, and myself. Over the past eight years, my mother beat the Lymphoma. My other sons said their goodbyes over the weekend--in their own way since only Ruben went to see her and Luis felt he wanted to make his goodbyes by himself he told me he did not want to see grandma this way, and I accepted that--my grand-daughter Catalina did the same thing. And we also have to recognize the losses due to the economic turmoil that is taking many of us down. Having the distinguished honor to serve as pallbearers will be Juan Gomez, Jr. I also received many good wishes and condolences from my many friends.
I did not want her to leave this world without us reconciling. For I recalled too many times when she was a loving mother. She was the last of her siblings to pass--which included her brothers Francisco Kiko and Rodolfo, and a sister, Chila. She also enjoyed watching novelas and spending time with her family and beloved pets, Fido and Duke. This will be mostly for family and closest friends. She was the daughter of Monico and Ana Jimenez. But her eyes and her willingness to let me be her son again said it all.
Others in the family are facing mortgage problems and job loss. But then she got Alzheimer's, and my sister, who couldn't take care of her anymore, asked a consensus about placing her in a home for Alzheimer's patients. I didn't do this for my father, but I felt my mother deserved this. As soon as she walked in she started to cry. While all of us have tales of my mother's frustration, cruelty at times, and out-of-nowhere anger, she was also a person who would give you food and comfort if you needed it.
For the first time in 30 years, I had a holiday dinner with all the family soon after that. We will make funeral arrangements today. A funeral service will be held on Wednesday, March 2, 2016 at 10am at Our Lady of Guadalupe Catholic Church in Mission. She also had a few half-siblings, including Marcelo and Gloria, among others. It's time to make things right. She lasted two weeks, but with contracting pneumonia and with a irregular heartbeat, she was not going to make it. Yes, we had many issues between us for some 20 years, we hardly talked.
She also enjoyed playing and watching baseball, as well as collecting baseball cards; she was a big Texas Rangers fan. Finally, a little more than two weeks ago, my mother had to have her gall bladder removed. Still his thoughts were with us. . On top of this she had twelve grandchildren and thirteen great-grandchildren.
I have to say how significant they were for me in this time of loss. My son Ramiro was trying to call us from prison in Illinois, but the call didn't get through. About twenty of us were there most of the day with my mother. But her age and condition was going to make this a dangerous operation--she had a 20 percent chance of survival. She also overcame a fall one morning in her garden that, unable to get up or yell for help, ended up with burns on her arms, legs and face by the hot sun until my sister came home to find her.
Funeral Services have been entrusted to Funeraria Del Angel of Mission. She was also very much loved by half siblings from my father, in particular my half-sister Seni Rodriguez, her daughters Ana Seni, Aide, and Rebecca, and their husbands and children. She will be truly missed by her family and all those whose lives she touched. Yesterday, many of us gathered at the hospital to be there her last day. She is preceded by her parents; brothers, Filomeno Ramos, Jr. It was a hard decision to make, but last year we placed her in one, and it turned out to be the right thing.
But, as in many of these cases, the right thing. Maria Estela was of Raramuri descent also known in Mexico as La Tarahumara , born in southern Chihuahua where the Raramuri have their homeland. With me was my wife Trini and my daughter Andrea. Que en paz descances, mi madrecita. Again, an extremely difficult thing.