MEMORIES OF MY PARENTS

My Mother was a very young widow. She was serious, strong and very active. SHe served her family unconditionally, had a great vision for business. SHe married a formal man, with a great sense of humor, very much in love with her. I dedicated songs to him, sent him messages with the children. SHe had 8 children to whom she gave an example of acting with the truth. SHe fully fulfilled that of “the best for others” and we saw her generosity permanently with the less favored at family and social level, by collaborating with several families for their livelihood. For several years she belonged to the group of perpetual worshipers of the Cathedral of my City. SHe also paid a Priest for studies at the Seminary and collaborated with homes for the elderly.

SHe sensed the death of my Father and I was the only witness to it. I was very small and we went to Mass I think from 6 pm, because it was already getting dark. While in the Church, my Mother spoke to the Blessed Sacrament and in a low voice, I told her many things about which I remember this phrase: "Because you are going to take it with you" and I asked him insistently: "Who are they going to take?" She responded with a gesture of silence. When the celebration was over, we left and forgot what happened. Back from afar we saw that there was an unusual movement around the house, and some were running. A sister went out to our hurried meeting to let us know that my Father had fallen ill after the injection, and shortly that night he died. I did not understand what was happening, the subject of death was something complex and unknown to me. I only knew that my Father had left to never return, what I express in this narrative corresponds to memories and images that I keep of him, as well as the photos of the family album. In the funeral so many people participated, it seemed that the entire town had turned to give him his last goodbye. My Father was an appreciated and well-known person in the Region, I must comment that he was not in bed, nor ill. He had been given some injections into his vein and while we went to church with Mom, a nurse came to the house to give him an injection (she had been canceled the license to practice nursing, for a similar problem, and that we only knew until that day) and left the syringe with air, which apparently affected his heart. In this difficult situation of family pain, my Mother gave us a great testimony of Mercy, which goes beyond justice, because when the authorities and the Police withheld the Nurse to take her to Jail, my Mother asked for her immediate freedom arguing that the Nurse had children to attend and that she would not file any type of lawsuit against her. Mom worked tirelessly to support her family, a wealthy character from the region proposed marriage and offered to assume the economic burden, but that offer always rejected her.

Towards the end of her life, my Mother suffered from Alzaimer. Her world was carefree, of tranquility, she enjoyed music. SHe always liked and received all the care and attention she required. On Saturday, April 28 at dawn she spoke of Angelitos around her, closing her eyes gently and with a smile she went to the heavenly abode “With his departure our eyes were filled with tears and our hearts of immense joy because she was in the house of the Father ”as I expressed in the“ Thank you Curita ”CD.

The strength and firmness of my Mother was her "FAITH", a gift she received as a child. She took care of it, kept him in her life, and never lost him. In her walk, hope encouraged her, she was sustained, and she lived and understood that "GOD NEVER FAILS."