Given name of Margarita Bernabé Ramona Guzman. Husband of José Odilón Ledesma. Mother of Faustino, Manuela, my mother Christina, Emily, Catherine, Melesio, and Eduardo.
She lived a generous portion of years. I am thankful that I have shared some of those years with her. I can still her gentle laugh. She spoke to me in Spanish, I was not very good at it but I managed to put words together in short sentences and she understood me.
I was in my thirties when she started to fade away. I made a special trip from my home in San Jose to Oxnard to spend some time with her.
She was in St John’s hospital. My wife and I went in to see her. Of course, it broke my heart to see her curled up in a fetal ball. She was sleeping and dreaming.
“¡Papá!” She cried. “Wait for me! I am coming!”
Every few minutes she said that. It felt like she was at the train station calling out to him. I do not know for sure if she was dreaming or if she really was at the train station.
So sorry to hear of the loss. Take care of yourself.
I have been working on a novel for the past year. It is taking forever to complete. I am going to try to get more posts out. By the way, my mom’s brother was at the Battle of the Bulge. He survived that. Stay healthy.