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Marina Diaz and family lost their beloved Zack, March 26th.
We are wanting to do whatever we can to help support them through this difficult time. We are setting up a campaign to raise funds for funeral costs and for Marina to have sufficient time off from work and be there for her other two kids. We would also love to support them with grief therapy for the coming year.
Zackary, who was a composerand writer, playing music with his friends.
From Marina:
Zackary, my eldest child has left this world to be surrounded by love and light. He deserves that.
Zack's last text to me was about how he wanted me to see things his way. It was a long list. I responded back “Good morning Zack, I love you and will always love you”. He responded back, “Mom you are my mom, I love you too, I will always love you, you are my mom."
I am enormously grateful for the love we shared, for a love that was greater than our differences.
Zack had a lot of love in his heart, he always tried to be a good brother and often told his sister and brother how great they were.
He was a gifted writer and musician. When he was 9 years old he signed up to play the violin. He was so good that the Pasadena Music Conservatory requested to meet with him. He sat in a big chair directly in front of the director, I noticed how big the chair looked and how unimpressed he seemed about it all. They had a short conversation and we left. As we walked to the car I told him that he was very talented and I asked him if he wanted to train there, he looked up to me and said “Mom I’m playing the violin for you. I knew you would want to see me on stage. I’m a kid, I want to have fun and play with my friends”. Zack was offered many special musical, athletic opportunities, each time he said those same words, “I’m a kid, I just want to have fun”.
Zack was born with a beautiful genius musical soul and a time bomb in him. I thought that I had 27 years to find a way for it to not detonate, but I discovered that I could not change the direction of the wind. He had had only 26 years to live. As I write this, I know, in what feels like an irreparable broken heart, that he deserves to be surrounded in love and light.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Berrett Browning
We are wanting to do whatever we can to help support them through this difficult time. We are setting up a campaign to raise funds for funeral costs and for Marina to have sufficient time off from work and be there for her other two kids. We would also love to support them with grief therapy for the coming year.
Zackary, who was a composerand writer, playing music with his friends.From Marina:
Zackary, my eldest child has left this world to be surrounded by love and light. He deserves that.
Zack's last text to me was about how he wanted me to see things his way. It was a long list. I responded back “Good morning Zack, I love you and will always love you”. He responded back, “Mom you are my mom, I love you too, I will always love you, you are my mom."
I am enormously grateful for the love we shared, for a love that was greater than our differences.
Zack had a lot of love in his heart, he always tried to be a good brother and often told his sister and brother how great they were.
He was a gifted writer and musician. When he was 9 years old he signed up to play the violin. He was so good that the Pasadena Music Conservatory requested to meet with him. He sat in a big chair directly in front of the director, I noticed how big the chair looked and how unimpressed he seemed about it all. They had a short conversation and we left. As we walked to the car I told him that he was very talented and I asked him if he wanted to train there, he looked up to me and said “Mom I’m playing the violin for you. I knew you would want to see me on stage. I’m a kid, I want to have fun and play with my friends”. Zack was offered many special musical, athletic opportunities, each time he said those same words, “I’m a kid, I just want to have fun”.
Zack was born with a beautiful genius musical soul and a time bomb in him. I thought that I had 27 years to find a way for it to not detonate, but I discovered that I could not change the direction of the wind. He had had only 26 years to live. As I write this, I know, in what feels like an irreparable broken heart, that he deserves to be surrounded in love and light.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Berrett Browning