Joaquin Zarate

joaquin zarate

Joaquin Zarate, a beloved husband, father, grandfather, cousin, uncle, friend, passed away on August 4, 2024. Born to Tiburcia Adame on July 4, 1954. Joaquin moved to Santa Ana, CA from El Paso, TX. He enjoyed playing basketball for Santa Ana High School. Joaquin attended Cal State Fullerton and graduated with his B. S. Shortly after he started his career with the United States Postal Service. In 1980, Joaquin married Susan. They had four children Kimberly, Natalie, Joaquin and Nicole. After working 38 years with the postal service he retired. He enjoyed caring for his grandchildren, going to casinos, playing golf, meeting up with friends for lunch and cheering for his grandkids from the sidelines of their games. Joaquin enjoyed watching the Dallas Cowboys and Los Angeles Angels. Joaquin Zarate's story is one of dedication, love and unwavering commitment to his family. He will be deeply missed but the seeds he planted in the hearts of those who knew him will continue to grow and flourish for generations to come.

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  1. Cousin Eva Perez & Family says:

    We’ll always remember Joaquin with his love and kindness for all. May God bless you Cousin and all of your beautiful family. Our prayers are with all of you. Love, Cousin Eva🙏🏼❤️

  2. My thoughts and prayers are with the Zarate family. Joaquin was great man. All of memories of him are when I was little girl. We would go to family gatherings and he always made me and my sisters laugh and smile. Ready in peace Joaquin.

  3. Ben And Crickett Hernandez says:

    When you met Joaquin it was as if you had known him for a long time. He had such a gentle soul, and nature about him. Joaquin will be missed deeply, but his memories will live on forever

  4. Ben And Crickett Hernandez says:

    My heart goes out to his family, I’m sorry for your loss. “If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane, I’d walk right up to Heaven and bring him home again to you.”


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