Hilda De La Fuente's Obituary
If roses grow in heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mother’s arms
and tell her they’re from me.
Tell her I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go away.
-Dolores M. Garcia
What’s your fondest memory of Hilda?
What’s a lesson you learned from Hilda?
Share a story where Hilda's kindness touched your heart.
Describe a day with Hilda you’ll never forget.
How did Hilda make you smile?
