Mr. Juan Gomez

Lydia Arana

369w ago

Lydia Arana
a few seconds ago
Grandpa, I remember when my father left us at the age 6. My dad used to promise me he was coming so I’d wait everyday for him. Until 1 day you came and said come on let’s go. We went to get a snow cone at the corner of federal and market. Slowly but surely it was you I was looking forward to seeing every Friday. You stepped up to be a father to all your grandkids. You showed us what it was to have God in you. You sang for the good lord and I still remember sitting in church waiting for y’all to come bk from the alter from singing. Still remember the day when you heard grandma sing hallelujah and I remember you stopped in your tracks. You said “ She still sings so beautiful “. Times like that are still with me. It hurts but your honey has come to be with you. I learned that you can’t live with what bothers you or offends you and still think you can love. Forgive and live 💞 I love you so much grandpa love Lydia

Norma Vanegas

370w ago

in honor of Juan.

Popi,

I miss you every day. I miss your phone calls and our conversations. I am comforted knowing you went to be with our Heavenly Father and you were at peace with Him. I think about the memories you shared with me about your childhood and life with your siblings growing up and your parents.

I enjoyed working with you on your side jobs. I loved painting homes with you and mostly, our conversations, because that was when you would open up more. I love working with my hands, too. Sometimes, I want to pick up the phone and call you. Sometimes I see a man that looks like you from behind and want him to turn around and be you.

You were born just a few years after the second world war and those were hard times, but they were the best of times because they were simple and that time in the world is what made you the great man you were to become. You are the hardest working man I have ever known. I believe I learned my work ethics from you.

I was your first born daughter and I hold so many wonderful memories. I remember when you bought me my first bike and when I rode it for the first time and I looked over at you and mom smiling and watching me ride it.

You would give me a dollar bill and I would go to the store and buy penny candies. I had a whole bag of candy for a dollar.

Later in the years is when you shared your deepest feelings and memories with me about whatever was in your heart at that moment. Those conversations help me in my life now, with my family and my husband.

Popi, it's been just over a year since you went to be with Jesus. You didn't want to leave Mom. Yesterday, Mom went to be with you. I am so happy that she is okay now. Without her prayers, where would we be. You took the best care of her for as long as you could. God watched over her for you for the rest of the time.

I love you, Popi.

norma

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