My father, Pedro Vazquez, died 10 years ago, and there is not one day that passes that I don’t think about him and his beautiful life of monastic simplicity, service, sacrifice, wisdom, generosity and love that he gave to family, fellow workers, indeed, every human being he encountered.
My father always attributed his moral and philosophical development and maturation to the love, guidance and wisdom given to him and his siblings by his mother who was reverently called Madre Elvira by everyone in the small Mexican village where they were all raised.
Read more:
Amado Vazquez cultivates family the same way he cultivates orchids : Opinion : Ventura County Star
Shared via AddThis
No comments:
Post a Comment