Dickie and I were the same age but he was a year behind me in school. In high school, a classmate of his, who was going to become one of my best friends, so liked Dickie, she figured if she got close to me, she might get to meet him! I wound up baptizing her first child. They never did get together! I have fond memories of being very proud of Dickie because he excelled in the sport of wrestling. It was big time when you got to compete as a CIF finalist! School days were happy days plus it was still an age of innocence for us. Almost all of America attended church on Sundays. In fact all businesses closed down by 6:00 p.m. Saturday night because it was the eve of the Sabbath. Our grandmother Martina, was a woman of great faith and she modeled it for us. I still remember as a little girl having to grab a pillow to kneel on because Abuelita's Rosary prayers went on forever. That gift of faith was passed on to us. Sunday morning, it was Sunday Mass at our little St. Joseph's Catholic Church on Campus Avenue, built by the local community, including our grandfather and my own father.
After my marriage, we did not remain as close as I moved to Corona where my husband is from. There is great regret about that. Our little world changed.
I was moved to tears by the wonderful eulogies that were shared about who Dickie was, especially about how he loved the Lord and served him through his family and faith community. What greater tribute is there but to be known as someone who loved. He embodied what a righteous man is in the eyes of God. There is no more suffering for him and that is of great consolation. He was a man with a smile always on his face only now it is even bigger! Rest in peace and in His Light now dear cousin.