The memory of ours

The bell tolls for them

Antonia Martinez Martinez. 85 years. Murcia

Hands linked, full of tenderness

Their low-voice conversations scared away my night terrors. I already had my own room and every day I tried to fall asleep before they did: in the silence of the night the fears grow gigantic. Newly in bed, they talked in whispers as they fell asleep. Mom's voice predominated, telling her things of the day remembered at the last minute. The rumor of his vigil protected me and I feared when the words began to space out, more and more drowsy. My mother was a terrific storyteller. With her concise vocabulary, she kept us absorbed listening to the meeting with a casual neighbor on the street or in the haberdashery and what they had talked about. Such were the long winter evenings without television then, on the stretcher table, me fascinated to discover the surprising of the everyday in his words, and dad living through his eyes. This was not a merit for her, she never realized it, and she gave us all – up to five children – without asking for anything in return. He never did. Not even in the last days of the illness that killed her. So made for each other that they were unable to understand the separation. That is why they isolated themselves together and, although they were prostrate, he managed to keep their hands linked, perhaps telling each other skin-deep secrets, already so old, so in their last days, and so abundant in tenderness. BY GINÉS ALCÁNTARA. SON.

Josefa Pastor Bayona. 86 years. Mule.

Tireless, strong, always ready and dedicated

My mother was widowed at the age of 46 with eight sons and daughters. She was born in Mula, but she spent almost her entire life in Murcia. Since 2015, she has lived in the residence where she was admitted due to Alzheimer's, a disease that made her totally dependent. He died on April 2, 2020, from Covid-19. It is what her death certificate says, but Josefa died for "omission of the duty of relief, abandonment and suffering." We can define my mother as a very strong person, jealous of her things, independent and self-sufficient. That was demonstrated to us throughout her life with facts, although sometimes we lacked a better understanding of her as a woman. His memories reach me through his hands. Anything she did was perfect, whether it was knitting a sweater or a jacket or making a dessert in the kitchen or in the patio of her house surrounded by plants, always with them. Tireless and happy hands, always ready and delivered. I want to keep those images of her, I'm sure my sisters and brothers do too. And with these words today I want to elevate you, mom, to the highest, with the metaphors that the wind sings in this rare spring. We keep the flame alive of all the good things we have experienced with you in our hearts. BY MARÍA JOSÉ VIVO. DAUGHTER.

Encarna Hernández González. 89 years. Murcia

The legacy of 'La Solana', raised among lemon and mulberry trees

We live moments of infinite sadness due to this farewell without goodbye that many of us have had to experience. Although I try with these lines to sketch a brief portrait of my mother: Encarna, 'La Solana'. She was the youngest of twelve siblings. Raised among lemon and mulberry trees, she lived the post-war years intensely, kicking half the city to take her brothers' lunch box to work, slipping through the reeds to clean the beds of silkworms, enjoying the few years of school that they gave her. discover her passion for history and theater, years that forged the personality of a devoted mother. I write the word mother and I have to dwell on its meaning and, why not, on its typography: mother, in 'linked cursive', the letter of emotions, the one that embraces you; mother, in 'arial', the austere letter, that of the good housewife and good manager of the family patrimony; mother, in 'curlz', that of the family artist, star of the kitchen and the diva of the needle; mother, in 'bauhaus', the futuristic letter, the one of destiny, the one that led me to the arms of the best possible mother from higher up in the Pyrenees, to the arms of a MOTHER with capital letters. BY ENCARNA VERA-HERNANDEZ DIAZ. DAUGHTER.

Carmen Saura Sánchez. 95 years. Algezares, Murcia

She left without being able to say goodbye, although she was never alone

Somehow we had to say goodbye to you. We could not do it at the time due to these very adverse circumstances for us. And we say "for us", because for you they were, we believe, what you would have always wanted: you left without disturbing, without attracting attention, discreetly. Of course, accompanied as always by Him, in whom you fully trusted and who you knew would never disappoint you. You were never alone because you always had his company. Allow us to add to the pain of your loss the fact that we could not all be with you in this farewell, not even one of the five of us. Not saying goodbye to you has not only affected us, but many more, who have been hurt by not being by your side to give you the warmth, shelter and company that you more than gave in life to everyone who loved it. needed. You, our mother, Carmen, daughter of the Algeza orchard, roots of which you have always felt proud. That terroir spirit that took root in you and that gave you such a good 'green hand', as you said, for the plants. They, aware of that love, grateful, gave you the best of themselves. What roses! Tireless love of your house for seventy years and, in the previous ones, also of your parents' house, where you shared with your thirteen siblings the disciplined and loving education they gave you. We have the satisfaction of knowing that you have left full of everything and everyone. Bye, Mom. We love you. Until our future meeting. FOR YOUR FIVE CHILDREN.

Juan Perez Romero. 89 years. booklet

Say goodbye to the one who was always there for his loved ones

Humble man, fighter, cheerful and helpful to everyone who needed him. All this, together with that very special and positive way of seeing life and his unique way of taking things, made him a special person and loved by all who knew him. A migrant in his youth, he worked as a construction foreman and built schools throughout the Region and in other provinces. Devoted to his family, which accompanied him wherever he went; and whom he always cared for with great affection. An exemplary husband, father and grandfather. In 2002 life gave him a big setback. A stroke, with a poor prognosis. A right lateral hemiplegia and afaxia. Far from giving up, he fought for his recovery and managed to walk again, he changed his way of life, but he always persisted with his joy and interest in moving forward. His eleven-year stage in a day center, and the last one, in the residence, were an example of daily improvement. He was the first to help, the first to say hello, the first to smile, and the first to dance when the music came on. You left and we still can't believe it, it's very difficult to say goodbye to someone who was always there for their loved ones. You didn't deserve to die alone. Always in our heart. Your family will always remember you. BY ASCENSION PÉREZ. DAUGHTER

Juana Fernandez Fernandez. 90 years. Moratalla

Juana de Los Teatinos, my warrior, my beautiful poppy

Juana was born in Moratalla but lived almost all her life in Algezares, where she dedicated herself to her great passion: embroidering sashes and sewing everything that fell in your hands. She was an endearing and affectionate woman, whom everyone loved for her humility. He lived for and for his family, always with a smile despite all the obstacles that life threw at him. Juana de Los Teatinos, as everyone knew her, never gave up. He made his family a great association that his daughter Mari Carmen maintains today, and he loved having the house always full of people. Today I thank you for that great family that you have formed. My grandmother of the shovels, my warrior, who left her skin for hers with a smile that will be eternal. I would tell you so many things, Grandma, but I will only remember that which is so yours and mine: those walks seeing the poppies while you smiled, when in reality you were devastated by where we came from. Only you and I know that secret, my beautiful poppy. You have left us empty and a terrible feeling for not having been able to say goodbye to you. It's getting really hard. I know that up there you will be in very good company, but here we still needed you very much. Never lose that smile and that strength. May you never forget that I love you and that I am very proud to look like you. A kiss, my warrior. BY MARÍA JOSÉ IBÁÑEZ. GRANDDAUGHTER.

Angel Serrano Morales. 80 years. Beniajan, Murcia

The virus overwhelmed a man in love and with great strength

His family and friends remember him as an excellent life partner, faithful husband, perfect father, great grandfather and dear friend. Always generous enjoying his surroundings. Always next to our mother, with whom he continued to walk hand in hand after more than 60 years together. We remember him taking care of the vine at his summer house. With this vitality, no one thought that he was going to leave us in unexpected circumstances. Ángel, born in Beniel, a barber by trade, has been a humble, honest, enterprising man, faithful to his principles and a tireless fighter throughout his life. A clear example: he undertook an adventure in 1964, at the age of 25. He decided to try his luck in Germany without any knowledge of the language, with the sole desire to be able to offer a different life to his wife and three children, also obtaining employment for his younger brothers. There he created a Spanish supermarket, founded a soccer team and organized gastronomic events. On his return to Spain, in 1979, he worked as a taxi driver in Torreagüera until his retirement. She continued getting to know places and new cultures, as well as taking care of and enjoying her five grandchildren. His family and friends miss him and we will always be grateful for what he has taught us. We will try to continue his legacy. He was an example for those who had the pleasure of meeting him. You will always be in our hearts. FOR YOUR THREE CHILDREN.

Juan Antonio Mingorance Espinosa. 74 years. Jaen

A great doctor who leaves a wound that we can never heal

You left at dawn on April 5 in Cartagena, without being able to say goodbye to you. There are no words to describe this pain. You left us a wound in our hearts that we can never heal. We lost a great husband, father, grandfather, friend and, as many of his patients have defined him, a great doctor, very humane in the exercise of his profession and with a great clinical eye. She started with a fever on March 18 and, as there was still no protocol to follow, her doctor recommended that she stay at home and take paracetamol, until on Sunday morning the 22nd when she called an ambulance to come home to for him. Surely he saw that the fever did not go down all day. At Santa Lucía they told him to come home with Paracetamol but he asked to see the plate and told him that he was staying in the hospital, he was on the ward for two days and in the ICU for eleven. Juan Antonio was a very familiar person. He gave everything he had without expecting anything in return. You will always be in our hearts, and from heaven you will take care of us. We will always love you. From mom, from your children and your grandchildren. BY LUISA MINGORANCE. DAUGHTER

Augusto David Garcia Arias. 45 years. Town of Don Fadrique

All charisma, his mark will be indelible in Águilas

Augusto came to Águilas when he was very young because his parents were teachers and they joined the Francisco Franco public school, the current Urci. He was one of the best-known people in our town, leaving an indelible mark on all of us who were lucky enough to know him. Helpful, friend of his friends, with a big heart and a very good person. He always had a smile on his face. He never directed a bad gesture towards anyone and, if he was known from afar for anything, it was for his great torrent of voice, when he came greeting all of Águilas. He was a born worker, whether he delivered pizzas or cakes or served as a waiter, mounted signs or sold cell phones. His last job was driving taxis or buses in Ibiza from May to October. Augusto's death leaves a very big void. One of the most unique and charismatic people in Águilas has left. Rest in peace, friend Augusto, and take care of my mother, who accompanies you. Let the earth be mild. BY JOSE RUIZ MELENCHON. SCHOOL FRIEND

Nerio Aquiles Valarino González. 59 years. London

The calm voice that trailed off trying to save more lives

Dad, you gave me a compass when I was eleven. You gave it to me and said it was "so I never lose my way." It wasn't expensive, it was very simple and now the paint has come off a bit. I remember being quite confused with that movie-like gesture and its meaning. But I treasured it, as I treasured your words. I kept it quiet as a reminder that you would be my north and my role model wherever I was, and that way I would never get lost. Your courage and kindness were always relentless, despite the circumstances. When you felt better in health, you went straight back to your job at the Quirónsalud hospital in Murcia to treat patients from the pandemic. Despite the risk of infection, your principles and your vocation as a doctor were never compromised. You would never have allowed yourself to be at home with the ability to help save one more life. This is a very sudden goodbye, Pa, in this time of chaos, pain and disease, when we need you most; in which I need to hear your immense laughter, your powerful voice, and the wise and serene way with which you faced difficult situations. I will always remember you as an honest and honest person, dedicated and persistent, who focused on her vocation and put her life and soul into it. I will also remember that you were a great man, whom I call with honor and pride my father, the doctor Nerio Valarino, who died faithful to his oath to save lives. Your children, your wife Nelly, your family and your friends will never forget you. D.E.P. BY FERNANDO LUIS VALARINO NORIEGA. SON

Jose Maria Galiana Romero. 75 years. Murcia

Musician, journalist, businessman; always looking forward to growing up

I can't imagine my father without my mother, both of them beautiful and inseparable. I cannot imagine him without his house, his refuge in La Alberca –“The House we will make will be music”–; nor without the piano, his typewriter and his attic, where he spent hours trying to compose a good text. I cannot imagine my father without being the center of the table, nor without his imposing bearing, with that walk that is so his. I can't imagine my father without a good conversation. Lover of life, rushed the days and nights. Good company for friends and a lover of good cooking, fearless critic and lover of the truth that, on occasions, distanced him from success and false friendships. Full. He had a love for bullfighting, for the Seville Fair and a passion for travel for his Murcia, which he immortalized in the newspaper every weekend. He told us that in life you have to teach how to live, to enjoy, to fight for what you want, without material legacies, only vital ones. He taught me that you can lose everything and that, despite this, with effort and enthusiasm, it can be overcome. Businessman and entrepreneur, musician, journalist who wrote fables about gastronomy, bullfighting, travel and music. He never wanted to forget. He continued traveling to retain in his memory all the landscapes of his beloved land. He continued composing until the last days in which he was invaded by oblivion. I can't imagine my father without his enthusiasm for growing up. BY NOEMÍ GALIANA. DAUGHTER.

Cari Barceló Tornel. 82 years. Santo Angel, Murcia

She left a little of herself in everyone, and she was a teacher without meaning to

I still think of you with tears in my eyes and a heavy heart, despite the fact that my experiences with you, my memories, are always good , cheerful, pleasant... My mother was a good person with capital letters, kind to and with everyone, creative, intelligent, curious, eager to learn, a teacher without intending it, generous with her time and spaces, always willing to give it away or share it. She left nothing undone if it was in her power to do it and, if she wasn't, she kept trying. Daughter, sister, wife, mother and grandmother of some wonderful grandchildren that Alzheimer's did not let them fully enjoy. In everyone there is a little bit of you. That you gave me life is not the only thing I owe you; who I am, my values, my awareness of what is important, the importance of caring for the other, of being kind, of sharing, of trying to make the other enjoy their time with me, the love of cooking, the taste and enjoyment of family, friends, love for children, support for the partner with whom you decide to spend your life. Thanks Mom. Your legacy will always be with us. BY FRANCISCA LACÁRCEL BARCELÓ. DAUGHTER

Miguel Jorquera Hernandez. 82 years. Port of Mazarron

The architect of a great life that would never be told

In homage to Miguel, I have to say that as a husband he has been extraordinary, and as a grandfather and as a person, the greatest. And I say this because all those who have known him and have dealt with him have shown it to me with his phone calls, his affectionate phrases towards him, and his words of comfort to me. A person always willing to help others with his words and deeds and with his wonderful humor. In the day center for the elderly in Puerto de Mazarrón he was president for 6 years of the board of directors and, when he had to leave due to the end of his position, he left through the front door and continued to help in everything that was asked of him . He also directed a radio program on the Mazarrón station. The program, called 'The Voice of the experience', had a memorable acceptance. He has participated in the calendars that have been made in the Port for the Cancer Association, in games for children, he was part of a choir that sings summers in the Rihuete of the Paseo Marítimo, and in many, many things throughout his great life, which I would never finish telling you. Miguel, darling, your wife, your children and your grandchildren will always be with you, we love you very much, my love. FOR DAWN. WIFE

Rosario Yuste González. 82 years. Cartagena

Charito, a woman from Cartagena full of affection and kindness

In her beloved city of Cartagena three thousand years old, she spent her childhood with her parents, Fernando and Pilar, and her brother, Fernando, on Calle del Alto. At the age of 14, the love of her life, her husband, Fermín Ferrer Rodríguez, passed by her. Charito was a great person, she was pretty, nice and, above all, what most defined her personality is that she was very affectionate and kind. She dedicated her entire life to making her four children José Fernando, María del Pilar, Juan Ángel and Fermín happy, both in San Fernando street, their first married home, and later in Mariana's houses in Ramón y Cajal. She was the grandmother of twelve grandchildren with whom she lavished love and affection, taking care of everyone equally. BY FERMIN FERRER YUSTE. SON

Manuel Antonio Montero López. 77 years. Santiago de Compostela

Professor with a brilliant mind and the strength of his family

Manuel Antonio Montero graduated in Mathematics at the University of Santiago de Compostela in 1966 and there he met his wife in 1968, a student Medicine Madrid. From the beginning of his studies, he was evaluated as gifted in the area of ​​mathematics. He was an associate professor of Mathematics at the men's institute in Orense for five years and his three children were born there. In 1975 he obtained the Chair of Mathematics at the Alfonso X Institute in Murcia, the city where he died. There he also held various leadership positions in different newly created institutes, with the support and affection of everyone around him, who always valued his lucidity as a teacher and as a manager. He was a brilliant mind, as well as the strength of his family, who will always remember him and trust that some of his strength will come to him to continue walking and achieving goals. It is unfortunate that this pandemic that is ravaging us and has swept away so many thousands of people has also reached this being, who offered such an enriching vision of the world. In the literal words of a former student of his upon learning of his death: «Manolo is a great, generous soul with a lot of light. I pray that wherever I go, I can continue giving away so much." BY Mª ÁNGELES JIMÉNEZ TALLÓN. WIFE

Carmen Garcia Iniesta. 83 years. Murcia

She was like a mother to her brothers when hers was missing

Sister, you were exemplary. You helped me take care of my children when I needed it most, you helped me at work and, of course, bring food home each day. You were always keeping company and consoling the sorrows of each one of us to help us raise our heads and make us smile when we needed it most. You were sister and mother, taking care of us when mom was gone. You took special care of your brother and he will always be grateful for it. You also took care of each one of your nephews and their children, who remember you with love every day. Carmen, you have been the benchmark for the family, a guide for all of us. And for that we will be eternally grateful. As brothers we want to thank you for all the support you have always given us and tell you that we miss you and that we will always love you. You deserve this tribute. You will always be in our memory and you will be eternal for us. On behalf of your brothers and your family, who love you. BY ANDREA GARCIA. SISTER

Miguel Ramírez Ruiz. 60 years. Eagles

The little one from 'Los Pechugas', a cheerful rocker from Aguilas

My father, born in Águilas on October 15, 1959, was the youngest of six siblings, in a family nicknamed 'Los Pechugas' '. He was a very familiar person, who put the welfare of his parents and his sisters before everything. He was also an exemplary husband, who idolized his wife, with whom he shared forty years of his life. As a father, what can I say: he was an exceptional father, who always instilled in his two children all the important values ​​of life. He was the best grandfather any child could have and has left behind two granddaughters who were as passionate for him as he was for them. He was an uncle, brother-in-law, son-in-law and faithful friend to all. Throughout his life he was a born worker. He devoted his most working time to masonry, although in his last years of life he was a street sweeper. This year he retired at the age of 61, but he has not arrived. He was passionate about his hobbies. Among them I would highlight three: collecting, to which he dedicated so much time collecting beers or coins with which we could make a museum; the carnival of his town, which he loved so much; and music, his other great passion, especially 'heavy'. My father, Miguel, was pure joy. I say goodbye today as he would have done: "Old rockers never die, long live Rock and Roll." BY YESSICA RAMIREZ. DAUGHTER

Francisca Palazón Palazón. 86 years. villanueva

She died alone, asking if her sisters called her

You were like a mother to me, even though you were my aunt. It all started when your father passed away. I was six years old and you were sick. So my parents decided that I would be with you at night. As time went by I was becoming a daughter to you. You were my confidante in the good and in the bad. When my first child was born, you were there. You played a nurse, a babysitter... You never failed me. I have my house full of memories of you and my heart even more. You never forgot my saint's day, my birthday, my children's and my husband's, my anniversary... You always cared about everyone, both your family and your neighbors who miss you so much. Many days you called me by phone to hear from us, but your voice faded and you don't know the immense pain I felt when I deleted your phone from my contacts. I still remember the last conversation we had. Who would have imagined that this virus also manifested itself with the symptoms you suffered from. This pandemic caused you to die alone in the hospital, asking if your sisters were calling to hear from you. I won't be able to visit you on Sundays like I used to. Your sisters, nephews, brothers-in-law, and neighbors will always remember you for your kindness. Even if your light has gone out, you will always shine in our hearts. D.E.P. Your Mari, as you used to call me. BY MARIA JOSE. NIECE

Gaspar Ponce. 79 years. albudeite

The Murcian from Barcelona who never lost his accent

Dear dad, I hope you have reached your destination, and that you have met everyone again. I am sure that now you are also very happy. I learned a great lesson from you: life is hard, but it's worth it. Now I cling to the faith that you taught us as children so that it gives us the strength to keep walking. You took care of us in life, and now you take care of us from a better place. Thank you for teaching me that you can never forget who you are or where you come from. You instilled in me a love for Murcia and Albudeite as if they were my own land. You never lost your accent or pride in your people. I can assure you that I have always been very proud of my Murcian origins. Your promises to the Virgen de los Remedios led you to walk more than 500 kilometers from Barcelona to Albudeite up to two times just to give thanks. Now it is my turn to walk and thank God for having had a father like you. I'll miss you. We never said I love you, probably because I thought I had the guarantee that you would always be by my side. Thank you for loving and caring for us as the only mission of your life. I don't know when it will be, but I know we will see each other again. And then I will tell you how much I love you. See you soon, dad. BY MARC PONCE. SON

Mª Encarnación García Puche. 85 years. yecla

I remember a kiss we never knew would be the last

My hands shake when I write to you, Grandma. I get a knot in my stomach just thinking about everything that has happened. Who was going to tell me that that kiss I gave you before this madness broke out would be the last. Grandma, this writing is the farewell you couldn't have. Everyone should know that you are not just another number. That your name was Encarna García Puche, that you were a strong, humble woman with enormous energy. You always had words for everything. You transmitted security in each of your steps and no one could bully you. A mother who raised her three children alone, offering them everything in her power to make them the people they are now. Although the passage of time was erasing his memories, he always carried his uncle in his heart. I can still hear his voice pronouncing his name: "Don Mateo Puche Gallego, chief sacristan of the Cathedral of Murcia." Your children, your grandchildren and I are comforted by the thought that you have finally been reunited with Uncle Chacho and the rest of the family. We will remember you with a smile. Goodbye, Grandma. Bye, Mom. May your beloved Virgin of Fuensanta take care of you in heaven. We love you and we will always love you. BY MARÍA GARCÍA MORENO. GRANDDAUGHTER

Julian Sanchez Sanchez. 73 years. Los Alcazares

The imprint of a civil guard that will last in Archena

He was born in Los Alcázares but he was an Archena. He lived there for 42 years and was well known and loved by all the inhabitants. He was affectionate and very familiar. His children, Julián, Pili and I, Loli, miss him very much. Our father was a very special person with his grandchildren. Every day he came to Julián's house and mine, the two brothers who live in Archena, to say good night before going to dinner. When the good weather arrived, he would go for a walk every day with his lifelong friends, Antonia and Miguel, for whom he also leaves a huge void. He was a fun and committed person. If I could lend you a hand, I wouldn't hesitate. His loss has been very hard. And more in these circumstances in which we have not been able to say goodbye to him. When everything is over we will give him a dignified funeral and we will say goodbye to his ashes together with his colleagues from the Civil Guard. Since even when he was retired, he continued to maintain a great deal with them, and every year he dressed in their uniform and escorted his employer on Pilar Day. Dad, wherever you are, you can be proud of the family you have created. You will always be in our thoughts, memories and hearts. This is not a goodbye, it's a see you later. Your children, Loli, Pili and Juan, and your wife, María, do not forget you. BY LOLI SANCHEZ. DAUGHTER

Tomasa García Calera de la Resa. 70 years. Real city

The nun who left her lesson in La Milagrosa de Totana

She was always open to formation and innovation that at different times, and for more than 20 years in the Region of Murcia, she developed especially in the educational field. She knew how to capture the personality of each student and foster in them what could most favor them. She was a generous, sensible, intelligent woman, a human and spiritual educator, always ready to forgive and redirect, sensitive to the needs of the poor, deep in her reflections and interested in welcoming the good that life provides us. His passion for evangelization throughout his life was a constant that led him to be involved in the Vincentian Marian Youth Association, training catechists and spreading devotion to the Miraculous Virgin, strengthening the pastoral team of the La Milagrosa school in Totana. You left in silence. Your march is full of questions, questions that suggest answers. You, in the solitude of the ICU, in the absolute solitude and stripping of everything... God was waiting for you there. He accompanied you to cross the door, to go to meet him in the utmost poverty of your being. Mary took your full life and presented it to the Lord as an evening offering. BY SISTER ROSA PEÑA

Emilio Pérez López. 67 years. villanueva

In love with Villanueva del Segura and sports

When I was 14 years old, our father and his family, like many others, left their land to work. Ibi, in Alicante, has been his residence for all these years. There he met our mother, born in Granada. But he always had a lot of affection for the Region of Murcia, his land. He liked to go to his town, Villanueva del Río Segura, whenever he could. And he never returned without visiting all his relatives and neighbors. He was a great person, a friend to everyone, helpful to others and much loved. Today many mourn his loss. His great hobby was football, in all its facets. Since 2017 he was a manager at U.D. Rayo Ibense together with my brother. Last year he received the award for Best Director at the Ibense Sports Gala. Since he was retired, he devoted much of his time to the club. And on weekends I traveled with the teams. My father and brother also traveled with me to accompany me in puzzle championships. Two years ago it coincided with the 'Champions' final and the party for the Real Madrid title. We went as a family to the celebrations, and he really enjoyed himself without knowing that it would be the last time. In the hospital he was discharged and was fired with emotional applause. But he could not overcome a second admission to the ICU. He passed away on April 14, five days before his 68th birthday. BY SORAYA PEREZ. DAUGHTER

Purificación Fernández Moya. 79 years. Mule

A cheerful and generous muleña who died of the virus in Madrid

Puri, my mother, was born 79 years ago in Mula. Her whole family came from there. She moved to Madrid as a young woman with her parents Juan and Antonia, where she lived with her brothers Ambrosio and Juan until she married Fernando. Fernando and Rosa were born from that marriage. He was a humble person, very generous, cheerful and affectionate. She was also very sociable and a lover of movies and talking to people. After spending a few days with coronavirus symptoms at home, I took her to the ER. I dropped her off at the hospital hoping we would have made it on time, but we didn't. After eleven days of fighting at the plant, where my brother and I were only able to see her for two short moments after the doctor called us due to her deterioration, she passed away. My father, my brother and I already saw her dead. We were only able to bury her four family members and we still haven't been able to celebrate her funeral. Mom, it has been so sad and devastating not being able to accompany you in the hospital, and seeing you exhausted and exhausted trying to breathe with the CPAP on the floor, not being able to be with you in your final moment, that it is really hard for me to accept it. I only ask you to take care of us from heaven and I thank you for being in our lives. See you forever, mom. There in heaven you are surely joy. Also give José a kiss, I'm sure you're close. On behalf of your husband, children, grandchildren, brothers, daughter-in-law and other family. BY ROSE CRESPO. DAUGHTER

Francisco Calvo Hernandez. 89 years. Salamanca

Professor of Medicine at the UMU and example of life

My words fall short when expressing how my father was in this life. He was a kind and generous person to the extreme, he didn't matter, only others mattered, his family, his wife, his five children and his grandchildren. He took our worries as his own and if he had to help us with anything, he was always there for us. And yet he tried not to express his concerns so as not to make others suffer. He led by example, not just with words. He was exceptional in his profession as Professor of Medicine at the University of Murcia. Hardworking, honest, honest, humble, helpful, very pious and always with an eye on God and others. Cheerful and true friend of his friends. His greatest happiness was to be with us and to see us well. He has left us a great example of life and his loss leaves a very big void. Dad, we would have liked to be able to give you one last hug and accompany you before you left, you deserved it, but I am sure that you are in heaven, and from there you will continue to care for and protect us as you have always done. Many thanks for everything. We love you so much, dad. D.E.P. Hernandez Alfaro family. BY MARIA HERNANDEZ ALFARO. DAUGHTER

Antonia Maria Gomez Cruz. 60 years. Jumilla

The helplessness of the Jumillana woman who always encouraged others

Your farewell did not touch. That was not the place where we had to see each other after you left the hospital. I'm so sorry about the when, how and why of your farewell... The helplessness in which you spent those two bitter months, alone, between four pale walls, with no one to hold hands, without a hug, so precise in those Moments to soothe your suffering, with no one to tell your wishes, those that we all save for later, without thinking about how short life can be. Because you? You were full of life, joy and youth. It wasn't the plan, no. I get enraged, I burn inside, we thought that being in the hospital was the best thing for your recovery, with the damn bad luck that the 'bug' crossed your path. It eats me up to think that I wasn't there to seal that room and protect you. We still have the memories, your endearing humor, your unmistakable smile, your temperament to protect your loved ones and the transparency of your emotions. We will remember you in each drink toasted on New Year's Eve, those in which the only wish was always to meet again the following year. We will remember you in the long Sundays of gastronomic plans and spontaneous parties in which laughter, jokes and dancing abounded; in those celebrations in which you, matriarch of the cousins, cheered tirelessly. We will remember so many wonderful moments that will not be the same without you, although your memory, Antoñita, will always be present. How many experiences with you will remain in our retina and in our hearts. BY PRUDEN GUERRERO CRUZ. COUSIN AND GODDAUGHTER

Isabel Lorenzo Polo. 91 years old. yecla

A light that slowly flies towards another to spend eternity

Every night I went to bed imagining the reunion, until one morning the call came that changed everything. Now, at home, everything is silent and dark. I'm afraid. What we saw so far, we now have in front of us. A virus that has damaged everyone, not just you. Because of him, now you're not here, and this duel is uphill for us because we can't even hug each other. There is no strength or voice left. Now I see in you a light that slowly advances towards another: two souls that should never have been separated and that meet again in eternity. Nothing can take you away from each other anymore. Seeing you together again shining brighter than ever, I calm down and lose my fear. I recover my voice and I ask you to guide us, protect us and take care of us as you have always done. I still feel the tears running down my cheek, full of sorrow and sadness for the emptiness you have left, but I feel peace when I see you rest. The day, which was black, has turned a little grayer and I know that tomorrow a ray of sun will rise, that the sadness will cease and that your stories will always stay with us. Thank you for giving us everything without asking for anything in return. We love you and always will. Go in peace and rest. Now you are together. BY ALICIA AND SERGIO. GRANDCHILDREN

Francisco Belando Martinez. 84 years. Algezares, Murcia

He was contagious with joy and was honest, vital and strong

I close my eyes and think of so many things that I would have told you while holding your hand... How sad not to have been able to be there in those moments when that this damn virus was defeating you. I never would have thought that this could happen to you, with how strong and vital you were; noble, honest, tireless worker, compliant with everyone and without holding a grudge against people who could have hurt you. There are many good adjectives that defined you. Everyone who knew you knows what I'm saying. Now I know that you are happy with your mother, who has been waiting for you for so many years, 'my Fina', as you called her, your wife. Keep being this happy up there with her and Grandma, like you always have been, just like in this photo where you were smiling because you were with your youngest grandchildren. We here are going to miss you all very much, and I will always carry you in my heart. I love you Papa. Do not forget to give a very big kiss to mom and another to grandma. BY Mª CARMEN BELANDO VERA. DAUGHTER

María Ortuño Serrano. 90 years. La Albatalía, Murcia

A second mother, a permanent beacon in the storm

Our fighter was defeated in the battle against Covid-19. We went through a lot of hard things in life and you played a second mother and taught me to overcome every obstacle with a positive attitude. I still remember when you would arrive and you would melt my doorbell and make me get up to start the day after the storm. With your own sayings, you conquered us and made us enjoy. We had to adjust over the years to sharing our moments over meals, appetizers, and lately snacks at the residence. You will always be in my heart, with my two angels above. I will never forget you. I love you. Your niece. BY LAURA LOPEZ ORTUÑO. NIECE

Rafael Ruiz Hernandez. 70 years. Melilla

The fruit and vegetable businessman who loved life in the Region of Murcia

My father lived in Águilas in his youth, in Murcia when he was 25 years old and when he was 55 he moved to Jumilla. He was very generous, cheerful, vital, a friend of his friends and a lover of life. He enjoyed it to the fullest. He really liked going out, dining and eating well. He was always a connoisseur. He liked to give many gifts and was never afraid of illness or accidents. Actually, he was not afraid of anything. In addition, he was an excellent cook and loved gatherings in the countryside with family or friends and making good paellas and barbecues. He was also a handyman and passionate about DIY. Another of his entertainments was his garden, where he planted his vegetables, tomatoes, peppers, broad beans, chard, and where he kept chickens and rabbits. He didn't need much more. The garden and his hobby of DIY kept him always busy. Wherever he went, he made himself known throughout the world. He had a great gift of people. He liked to talk to everyone and spend hours telling about his things, his little battles and his trips through Egypt, Mexico, the United States, etc. He was very determined when it came to facing anything that happened, whether it was good or bad, and he didn't mess with anyone. I always remember him very positive when facing any problem. Sometimes, he didn't tell you some things so as not to worry you, but when you were in trouble, he would help you for nothing. A great man left young, a person who leaves us with a great void in all aspects. BY JUAN DE DIOS RUIZ. SON

Jose Lopez Cantos. 82 years. Murcia

The Murcian who leaves behind the most valuable inheritance

You left without us being able to be physically by your side, although you well know that you were never far from us. Thanks Dad! Thank you for the great inheritance of values ​​and love that you leave us. FOR YOUR CHILDREN

Josefa Garcia Casanova. 87 years. Beniel

The firmness of a woman who was widowed young and fought for her four children

Your example and firmness will be your legacy to the family. Your rectitude and work are footprints to follow for your grandsons and granddaughters. Your generosity is an example for your friends and friends. An exemplary mother, hard-working and fighter, who at the age of 37 became a widow and with great effort raised her four children. He always showed us his smile when he saw us during the visit to the residence. It filled us with joy. We will carry you in our hearts and you will be with us every day. Thanks for everything. We're going to miss you. We loved you very much. Your family. BY Mª TERESA GONZÁLEZ GARCÍA. DAUGHTER

Encarnacion Hernández Caballero. 95 years. mucia

The seamstress passionate about books who recited verses

She spent her entire life on the Alcantarilla road, next to a ditch of transparent water. Can you believe it? She lived through the hardships of the war and was an excellent dressmaker with a team of young people with whom she reviewed the fashion magazines of the time and turned her clients into princesses. They were moved together by the radio serial Ama Rosa while pushing with the thimble. He read a lot, from Pérez y Pérez to Corín Tellado, and had a prodigious memory. A couple of years ago he still recited Mario Benedetti without hesitation. He did not get married despite his model figure. He was happy and he was not happy, like all that generation that lived through all the upheavals of the 20th century and a timid dictatorship until half a lifetime. He loved his family, life and his friends. We, her nephews, will always remember her. She was godmother to weddings and baptisms with which she godsoned her own children. Still close to death, he told us like Unamuno: "I want to live!" The last time we saw her, shortly before the viral craze began, she reveled in sepia photos of her youth and maturity. It was a glorious afternoon. Then it vanished. We loved her very much. I deserved it. BY ANTONIO GARRIDO. NEPHEW

Juan Gomez Martinez. 94 years. Guadalupe, Murcia

The son of a family from the orchard who immigrated to France

Born into a family of orchard tradition, with a Jesuit brother and three sisters, he soon joined industrial tasks in the Mechanical Workshops of the 'Cauchos de Levante' Shoe Factory, in his town. He earned prestige as a good mechanic and his future was hopeful. However, the economic crisis of the Stabilization Plan, prior to the Development Plans in the 1960s, led him to emigrate to France, where he settled in the city of Bezons, in the vicinity of Paris, leaving a wife and two sons in Murcia. , young, Juan and Mariano, († May 2013, R.I.P.). Later his wife Doloricas Caravaca Mateos followed him to the neighboring country and in 1966 their daughter Loli was born there. The family returns to Spain relatively soon without having adapted to life in France. Juan, given his qualification as a Miller and Turner, finds employment in leading firms such as Fraymon and Jerosa, among others. Upon return, the relationships in the marriage suffered various crises, although the affection and affection never disappeared. The spouses, who lived apart, always publicly expressed their appreciation for each other. On February 4 of this same 2020, Juan, who until then had been self-sufficient, was forced to enter a nursing home in Santo Ángel where he died of Covid-19 at the age of 94 on March 28, 2020. I could not say goodbye of him in life. In his memory. BY LOLI GOMEZ CARAVACA. DAUGHTER

Enrique González Sánchez. 80 years. Santomera

A Santomeran among the families of 'settlers' of the Badajoz Plan

Since he was just a child and left his native Santomera for Badajoz, along with his parents and four siblings, Enrique made many trips . On April 4, at the age of 80, he undertook the journey of eternal life. The coronavirus came his way. And with the usual serenity, tenacity and optimism, he faced the disease. His body was lost, but in Las Vegas del Guadiana and Segura his memory and his name, that of Enrique González Sánchez from Murcia-Extremadura, will remain among family and friends as a symbol of those who faced difficult times with a spirit of self-improvement and fortitude. It was 1951 when Enrique –son of José González Fernández and Rosario Sánchez Marquina– arrived in Valdelacalzada, a town created by the Badajoz Plan. After the ravages of the 'rambla' in 1947, his father looked for an opportunity in this state economic development program, which promoted irrigation. Like other "settlers" from different provinces, he received a house, land and cattle. And he contributed his agricultural knowledge in a cotton factory. Entrepreneur, Enrique (who lived in Puebla de la Calzada) went from being a taxi driver to setting up an insecticide company. He was married twice and had four daughters and six grandchildren. As a young man, he crossed Spain on a Vespa with his sister Chari to visit Santomera. He longed for his small homeland, which he does not forget. BY JOSE ALBERTO GONZALEZ. FAMILIAR

Mariano Dulce Martínez Sabater. 59 years. Murcia

A kind man who takes care of his loved ones from heaven

From your wife: «Mariano, my great love, the man of my life. Honest, educated, humble, sweet, affectionate, a good father, grandfather, husband and brother. Wherever he passed, he left the mark of his goodness. His eyes transmitted peace; her smile, joy. There were no obstacles for him. He filled us all with life and illusion. Knowing him and being his partner, his great love, is the most beautiful thing that has happened to me in my life. We always love each other like the first day. Now he is an angel who watches over us in heaven. I feel very proud of him and of everything we have experienced together. His loss has left me empty and in immense pain. I will always love you. I carry you in my heart, my love. Your wife, your 'monica', as you called me, Gloria». From your daughter Gloria: "Where you are, I will always love you, as the father and man that every woman would want by her side." From your daughter Mari: “Thank you, Dad, for being the most wonderful person I have ever met. It will be very hard to live without you. You were all for me. I will love you forever." From your son David: “Dad, I choke on words thinking about you. You're gone, you, the most humble and hardworking, the most transparent. Thank you for what you have given me. The world would be worse without you. I will always love you". From your sister: «I love you madly. You were wonderful, my angel. A hug brother. Your brothers, nephews and nieces we do not forget you. FOR YOUR FAMILY

Mari Carmen García Munuera. 68 years. Murcia

One more star in the sky of Cabezo de Torres

One more star in the sky. We love you so much. The sadness of not being able to hug you will always be in our hearts. In heaven we will meet with mom and dad. FOR YOUR BROTHERS

Bernabé García Martínez. 74 years. mill

His sudden farewell leaves a great void in Molina de Segura

We never imagined that my father would leave this world in circumstances as stormy as these. He did it just arrived from the trip that he made every year to enjoy a few days with his wife, and we could not hug him one last time or accompany him in his battle against this damn virus. Everything was very unfair since the symptoms showed up. After several calls to 112, they told him that he did not present a Covid-19 patient picture. Two days later he was admitted to the critical ICU, and within a week his heart stopped and left us devastated. There are no words to describe the feelings in a moment like this, except pain, sadness, anger and indignation. The whole family has suffered a lot from his loss, because we are a big family, very close and who have lived through very endearing moments. Also his friends and neighbors from Molina, among whom he was very loved for his affable and simple way of being. He had incredible strength. Self-taught and enterprising, generous, humble and always attentive to others, dedicated to his family, his daughters and his grandchildren. He was able to celebrate his golden wedding anniversary. That was a very big day for everyone. We will never forget you, dad. We will love you forever. Our thanks to family and friends who for weeks have not ceased to show us their love and admiration for our father. FOR YOUR DAUGHTERS

Juana Fajardo Oliva. 70 years. hellin

The example of a light that shone in El Palmar and continues to guide

My mother lived almost all her life in El Palmar and, although she was born in Hellín, where she died in a residence, she always considered Murcian and kept a strong link with the Region of Murcia. You were the best mother I could have. You gave me everything for nothing. I know that you will continue to be alive thanks to the light that you give off wherever you are. Your example feeds my life with values ​​such as friendship and the effort to achieve goals, overcoming suffering when there are stones in the road. Also to savor the joys, ephemeral as life itself, flashes of light, and to overcome the times of darkness. You will always be there, even if I don't have you to give me a kiss in the morning or a good night or to scold me. you are eternal Your light will never go out for me. I love you mom. FOR YOUR DAUGHTERS

Carmina Espada Belmonte. 65 years. Murcia

The dream retreat in the Mar Menor that the pandemic cut short

Although she was adopted from Madrid, she was born in Murcia and was in love with her Mar Menor. Great person who dedicated her life to others both professionally and personally. A few months after her retirement, she decided to settle permanently in Los Alcázares with her sister and nephews: her only family, but this damn virus cut short all her plans for the future and she died on March 25, 2020. She died alone in a hospital in Madrid. . To this day, from your family, we have not yet been able to say goodbye to you as you deserve, and that is why we would like to dedicate this small tribute to you. See you forever Carmen. BY GLORIA GÁLVEZ. NIECE

Angeles Garrido Manzano. 92 years. Murcia

Angelita, intelligence in her eyes and memory in her hands

She lived practically all her life at number 8 Calle San Nicolás. We remember her there, in our grandparents' apartment, next to the terrace of Láguena through which we ran around like reckless and feared corsairs. He lived through the war and told us that he watched with horror the trucks of death go by on Santa Teresa street. He belongs to a generation that never recovered from the wound of cainismo. But she resolved it with a beautiful smile halfway between joy and the irony of intelligence. She was a devoted mountaineer who climbed to the great peaks of the Region with ropes made with esparto grass from Cieza. He worked at the University and in the secretary of Rector Antonio Soler. He cared for his mother without a protest for many years. He loved his brothers and admired his sister. Always discreet, she appeared with a light step through our houses until she lost her sight prematurely. He kept recognizing us by voice. If he was mistaken for a person, a caress was enough to recognize us. She had, she has, thirteen nephews who have fulfilled the role of children to her. We have lost it as if it had evaporated, in the style of this disease new and old as humanity. Rest in peace, aunt Angelita. BY ANTONIO GARRIDO. NEPHEW

Vera Cheveco Fernandez. 86 years. sheet

May heaven repay you more than what you earned on earth

Mom, your children, grandchildren and sons-in-law love you. We will always carry you in our hearts. We will never forget what a good, hardworking and generous mother you were. We couldn't say goodbye to you, mom, but you will always be in our lives. May heaven reward you with eternal rest and peace, what you have more than earned on earth. A big hug. BY RACHEL FERNANDEZ. DAUGHTER

Sensi Nicolás Hernández. 83 years. Murcia

A great friend for over fifty years

Dear friend, it's been a lifetime with you. We were thick and thin for fifty years and you took me in like a sister. I hope that wherever you are with the Lord, you continue to protect me and one day we can meet. Rest in peace, dear friend. BY ISABEL FRANCO. FRIEND

Trinidad Cases Conesa. 86 years. Cartagena

A woman who marked everyone, missed and loved by her family

We have all learned something unique and different from you that has marked us and has become part of us, and that is the best I remember you could leave us. We love you and we miss you very much. Everyone equally. FOR YOUR FAMILY

Julián García and Veneranda Alarcón. 95 and 88 years. Villaverde de Guadalimar

Grandparents who neither wanted nor could live without each other

Yaya, we always thought that grandpa would be the first to leave this life, but no. This damn virus has managed to stop you, with how strong and hardworking you have been until the last day of your life. Yayo, as you always said: you neither knew nor wanted to live without her. That's why you left behind, you didn't even take two days. It's been thirteen years since Murcia welcomed me, but I always looked forward to going to see you. Your great-grandchildren were born here, and they will not be able to enjoy you like I did. We will always remember you. BY MIRIAM HERREROS GARCIA. GRANDDAUGHTER

Peter Bettembourg. 61 years. Kent

The UN translator with a heart and a Murcian accent

On May 16, Peter left us by surprise. He never wanted to be the bearer of bad news. On the contrary, we have always associated him with the festivals: yes, the Spring Festivals and the processions of our land, to which he was so attached. This adopted Murcian went to them whenever he could. Wherever he traveled, Peter, who was a UN translator, flaunted his Murcian identity. He spoke English, French and his Spanish had a Murcian accent. He liked the Region so much that his great truncated dream was to buy a house here to retire. He died of the coronavirus in L'Isle-Adam, France. We have lost a kind, generous person, a friend of his friends and a good father. He leaves Anne a widow, his daughter Sarah Louise an orphan, and a whole legion of friends of different nationalities destroyed whose link was him. Goodbye friend. Until forever. BY NANY IMBERNÓN. FRIEND, SOUL SISTER

Antonia Garcia Lopez. 87 years. Cartagena

A farewell that could not be; a memory that will never be erased

How sad not to be able to say goodbye to you. But you will always be in our hearts. From your daughters and your grandchildren. BY ANTONIA PAGÁN. DAUGHTER

Antonio Navarro Pérez. 87 years. Eagles

Águilas mourns the loss of 'El Pitodo', taken away by Covid-19

In memory of Antonio Navarro Pérez, 'El Pitodo', a resident of Águilas, who died on March 14, 2020 the 87 years. Your children, grandchildren and other family do not forget you. FOR YOUR FAMILY

Antonio Luis Lorente Marco. 83 years. yecla

Son of the Civil War, he couldn't meet his father

Luis, the one from Hidroeléctrica. He was born in 1937. He could not meet his father, who perished in the Civil War. A time that forged his character as a good man, an excellent husband, a great father, and a helpful friend. You left sooner than we all wanted. But you left us the most important legacy: your example of honesty, trustworthiness, sympathy, humility, charisma; your nobility, your love and thousands of memories that we will keep forever in our hearts. You were, are and will always be our light. BY LUIS LORENTE MARTINEZ. SON

Julia del Cerro Pozuelo. 90 years. Cartagena

The Virgin of Charity took her soul in Cartagena

acid in the Glorieta de San Francisco, in the family home of Francisco del Cerro Mira, who was a jeweler for the Virgin of Charity, during his childhood and adolescence was spent happily in this environment so typical of Cartagena. Due to her husband's profession, she traveled many places in the Spanish geography, but her heart was always with her beloved Cartagena to which she returned with more and more family. He passed away on Friday of Dolores in Cartagena and the Virgin of Charity collected his soul. FOR YOUR FAMILY

Miguel Hernández García. 80 years. La Raya, Murcia

He passed away after sharing a room with the coronavirus

We could not be present when you died, nor could we say goodbye for the last time in life. We will always carry that sorrow with us. They didn't test you, but we know what happened to you because your roommate in the residence, who also passed away, was positive. Today father, we dedicate our thoughts to you. You will always be in our memory. FOR YOUR CHILDREN AND YOUR GRANDCHILDREN