Sonia Rivas Memorial
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On July 5th 2020 early morning, my sister and I got the worst call any daughter could get. My mother’s nursing facility called to say, “Your mother has passed away from a massive stroke. Come pick up her body.” I yelled, screamed into the winds that this isn’t true!
My mother was only 60 years old. Her only dream was to hold us and have lunch with us once again. The anxiety and depression caused from being in isolation, quarantined in her room due to covid-19 were slowly taking her. Since now all we were able to do during our visits was see our mother through a glass window...We were not able to hold her warm body one last time before she passed. To feel close we would all put our hands on the glass window.
My mother was a woman of God. She did not just preach about the bible but she practiced what she preached. She was from El Salvador, a humble immigrant who had nothing to give but gave everything. She always told us if some asks you for food, you give them food. If someone asks you for shelter, you give them shelter.
My mother was a stroke survivor that left her with only half her body and the inability to speak, six years ago. My mother was also a singer. She sang to me and my siblings growing and she sang to God while in church. The only times my mother could speak clear words after the stroke were was when she sang to god.
Growing up, I would always find strangers in our living room couch, sleeping. I would ask, who is that mom? She would reply, they came to our church and have no home. So, they will be staying here a while. Once, a mother and two children. They stayed in our one bed room apartment for a year.
My mother was a hero, and a single mother. She fed, clothed and sheltered those always in need. I won’t lie being a 10 year old sometimes I would be upset because the little money she had was spent on the well-being of others. I would ask her, “ Mom why did you spend the little money we had?” and she would answer,” Don’t worry about money God will multiple it”.
We are going to miss our beloved mother more than words can describe, but knowing her she would want us to be able to find strength and pick ourselves up from her departure. We vow to continue her legacy to do good unto others like she did.
We would just like a little help from others since we have a very small family, but we want to give our loving mother the proper burial that she deserves. Every bit helps, and I hope you find it in your heart to donate to our mother. I thank you all in advance, and God bless you.
My mother was only 60 years old. Her only dream was to hold us and have lunch with us once again. The anxiety and depression caused from being in isolation, quarantined in her room due to covid-19 were slowly taking her. Since now all we were able to do during our visits was see our mother through a glass window...We were not able to hold her warm body one last time before she passed. To feel close we would all put our hands on the glass window.
My mother was a woman of God. She did not just preach about the bible but she practiced what she preached. She was from El Salvador, a humble immigrant who had nothing to give but gave everything. She always told us if some asks you for food, you give them food. If someone asks you for shelter, you give them shelter.
My mother was a stroke survivor that left her with only half her body and the inability to speak, six years ago. My mother was also a singer. She sang to me and my siblings growing and she sang to God while in church. The only times my mother could speak clear words after the stroke were was when she sang to god.
Growing up, I would always find strangers in our living room couch, sleeping. I would ask, who is that mom? She would reply, they came to our church and have no home. So, they will be staying here a while. Once, a mother and two children. They stayed in our one bed room apartment for a year.
My mother was a hero, and a single mother. She fed, clothed and sheltered those always in need. I won’t lie being a 10 year old sometimes I would be upset because the little money she had was spent on the well-being of others. I would ask her, “ Mom why did you spend the little money we had?” and she would answer,” Don’t worry about money God will multiple it”.
We are going to miss our beloved mother more than words can describe, but knowing her she would want us to be able to find strength and pick ourselves up from her departure. We vow to continue her legacy to do good unto others like she did.
We would just like a little help from others since we have a very small family, but we want to give our loving mother the proper burial that she deserves. Every bit helps, and I hope you find it in your heart to donate to our mother. I thank you all in advance, and God bless you.
Organizer
sonia escobar
Organizer
Los Angeles, CA