╔╗╔╗╔╗╔═╦ ♥. .☆.......•*¨`*•
╠╣║║║╦╠═║✫ (¯`'•.¸ //(*_*) ¸.•'´¯)
╝╚╩║╚╝╚═╚═╝❤✫ƸӜƷ *`• .…* * *.•
Angelina Melgoza, 95, nee Cano passed away Friday, February 15, 2002.
Cherished wife of the Late Jose Melgoza; devoted mother of Ramiro Vargas; Sophie (Raul) Robledo nee Vargas; Late Raul Vargas; Late Edward Robert (Monica) Vargas; Rose (Roberto) Vazquez nee Vargas and Rebecca Ledesma nee Melgoza. Dearest grandmother of
Raul Jr. (Cheryl) Robledo; Alfred (Veronica) Robledo; Linda (Michael) Stack; Sandra (Steve) Rabin; Robert Vargas; Steven (Madalene) Vargas; Lisa (Dennis) Gravitt; Roberto (Lupe) Vazquez; Rogelio (Gabriela) Vazquez; Roxanne (Fausto) Mendoza; Marianne (Juan) Alvarez; Leticia (Robert Martinez) Ledesma.
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She was a very sweet and special lady.
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You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
....*****....**********.....*****....
A Mother is more than a memory.
She is a living presence. Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winters day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is your birthday morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion........ happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow..... and all the while hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space.......
╔╗╔╗╔╗╔═╦ ♥. .☆.......•*¨`*•
╠╣║║║╦╠═║✫ (¯`'•.¸ //(*_*) ¸.•'´¯)
╝╚╩║╚╝╚═╚═╝❤✫ƸӜƷ *`• .…* * *.•
Angelina Melgoza, 95, nee Cano passed away Friday, February 15, 2002.
Cherished wife of the Late Jose Melgoza; devoted mother of Ramiro Vargas; Sophie (Raul) Robledo nee Vargas; Late Raul Vargas; Late Edward Robert (Monica) Vargas; Rose (Roberto) Vazquez nee Vargas and Rebecca Ledesma nee Melgoza. Dearest grandmother of
Raul Jr. (Cheryl) Robledo; Alfred (Veronica) Robledo; Linda (Michael) Stack; Sandra (Steve) Rabin; Robert Vargas; Steven (Madalene) Vargas; Lisa (Dennis) Gravitt; Roberto (Lupe) Vazquez; Rogelio (Gabriela) Vazquez; Roxanne (Fausto) Mendoza; Marianne (Juan) Alvarez; Leticia (Robert Martinez) Ledesma.
....*****....**********.....*****....
She was a very sweet and special lady.
....*****....**********.....*****....
You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
....*****....**********.....*****....
A Mother is more than a memory.
She is a living presence. Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winters day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is your birthday morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion........ happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow..... and all the while hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space.......
