Maricruz Chavez
Maricruz is survived by her husband of 42 years Henry Chavez III, her two children Henry Chavez IV (H4) of Anaheim Hills CA, and Christina Chavez Mellough of Irvine California. Maricruz has 4 grandchildren, Henry Chavez V (H5) age 16, Robert Chavez (Robbie) age 13, Hailey Mellough age 16 and Logan Mellough (Logie) age 3.
Maricruz graduated from El Rancho High School in Pico Rivera California where she found the Love of her life, Henry. Maricruz then set her sights on higher education graduating from Rio Hondo in Whittier California with an Associate in Accounting. Then received her Bachler of Science in Accounting, from Cal State Los Angeles CA.
Maricruz worked many years in downtown Los Angeles, including the 53-story Sanwa Bank Building. For her lunch break she would attend daily mass at a local downtown chapel where she would assist the priest with the daily liturgy and was also a Eucharistic minister. Recently, was working for the City of Santa Ana CA as an accountant in the Parks and Recreation Department. Faith and family meant everything, her proudest and happiest moments was giving birth to her children and watching them grow and pursue their dreams, with Henry becoming an LA City Firefighter/Paramedic and her daughter Christina becoming an Occupational Therapist.
Maricruz was a person who donated to many charitable organizations and was always willing to help those in need.
~ Maricruz was the kindest and most genuine Christian Woman I have ever met. She truly lived her life as Jesus Christ asked us to live. Maricruz helped me follow the correct path as a Christian. I would ask her to bless me daily since I considered her a living Saint in my life. Maricruz, “The Love of My Life”, Rest in Peace, until we meet again in Paradise in Jesus Christ.
Henry III
~ Mommy, there is nothing like a mother’s love and nothing like a mother’s touch. This world was such a wonderful place when you were in it. I pray and hope that I will raise my children up the way you raised me, you taught me so much good, including good morals, values and having a good foundation in our faith to name a few. Thank you for all you did for us. You were such a wonderful mom and grandma to my children. I am so thankful the Lord chose me to be your daughter. I love you so much mom and I will miss you so much. It gives me peace to know that you are back with the Lord our creator and he is taking care of you now.
Your baby, Christina
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What can I say about my sister Mary that isn’t already known by all of you her friends and family.
What I can tell you about her as a child (1st born) she fit the role very well. ‘My big sister’ as I would sometimes call her, but more affectionately and commonly known as ‘Chuchi’.
Chuchi, was a force to be reckoned with. As I go back in my mind recalling some of those memories they bring smiles to my face and my heart. That said they weren’t by any means anything short of the typical sibling battles! We fought, we argued, we took advantage of every opportunity to gain the upper hand on each other.
Our dad (‘moppi’), never stopped reminding us to get along, in His words, ‘get along little doggies, get along’. Our sister Fab (‘baby’) was also an advocate and peace keeper.
Chuchi, from a very young age knew what she wanted and would tell our mother (‘mom’), what she would eat and what she wouldn’t during our meals.
I don’t need to look at prints of Chuchi as she was, at our young age those pictures will be alive forever in my mind and heart, especially when she made faces at me.
From a very young age Chuchi would always be ready to argue and defend her point of view, and if it got to a different level, you better believe she would not back out of a fight.
Growing up in the 60’s/70’s we grew up on the tail end of the hippy ‘Peace, Love, Dove, Power The People’ times. Chuchi who by then would tell me that I should now call her ‘Mary’ was wearing the ‘Hippy style’ clothes and hair.
Even though I would exasperate her at that time now it seemed my sister Mary ‘looked out for me’, she was protective. But we still fought, although I somehow knew that was Love.
It was just a handful years later that she met the guy in the blue Pontiac Tempest, it began the relationship that would now be destined to be the ‘Love of her Life’. The rest of her story is for Henry, Henry and Christina to tell
I love you Sister, and will always thank you for everything you’ve helpe
Inquisitive, smart, giving, humble, kind, brave, faithful…ALWAYS thinking of others before yourself, what an example you have been! The advice you gave, the listening ear you provided, I will miss dearly. God blessed you in so many ways, extending those blessings onto your family. Beautiful sister, behold God’s great glory, receive the gift of eternal life and the serenity of paradise you most certainly deserve.
Mary you are forever in our hearts,
Love you, your sister
‘La baby’ Fabby
Maricruz, nombre entrelazado de sus dos abuelitas materna y paterna. Nacida el 9 de mayo del año 1958, un día antes fue Día Dé La Madre Americana, y después El Día Dé La Madre Mexicano. Una niña inteligente y buena de corazón porque le gustaba ayudarle al que necesitaba. Maricruz era muy piadosa, obediente toda la vida.
Cuando Maricruz se casó, siempre me llamaba cuando no nos veíamos. Lo primero que preguntaba, ¿Qué les hace falta Mamá? Yo le contestaba nada, mi hija y platicábamos y cuando nos despedíamos,’Te quiero mucho mamá’, Yo le contestaba ‘Yo te quiero más’, eso fue siempre.
Los Padres no le hace que número de hijos sean, sé quieren a todos igual con un amor verdadero que viene de Dios.
Cuando uno los corrige es con cierta autoridad, porque eso es armarlos, pará qué vayan por el verdadero camino hacia nuestro Creador, porque lo que se aprende desde niño se queda, pará siempre. Eso me lo confirmo mi hija, eso lo dijo ella misma ya cercana la hora del instante de su vida eterna.
Un hasta luego mi hija que La Santísima Trinidad, Padre Hijo Y Él Espíritu Santo Te haya recogido porque fue Su Día Consagrado a Ella Y Día 12 en qué honoramos a La Virgen De Guadalupe por ser el día en que fue su aparición a San Juan Diego y que celebramos cada día 12 de diciembre que verdaderamente fue el Año 1531.
Gracias Madre cita por quedarse con nosotros
Mary was the kindest, most genuine person I’ve ever known. When I think about her, I immediately get a smile on my face because I remember all the beautiful memories I have of her. I grew up with the privilege of getting to go to church with Henry and Mary most Sundays of my childhood. I remember the short car rides where Mary would put her makeup on while Henry drove, listening to Mary sing in Mass, and her soft hugs. Every move she’d make seemed to be with so much grace and respect for those around her. Mary had a calming presence and always made me feel safe and comforted. I’ve always admired Mary and her values and feel so blessed to have known her. I believe she has helped me become the woman I am today and will forever be grateful. I know Mary is not gone, she is alive in each of our hearts. Thank you for your integrity, selflessness, love, compassion, and beautiful smile. You’ve made the world a better place.
Till we meet again,
Sarah Nimroozi
Maricruz,
It was a pleasure knowing you. I will always remember your kindness and patience.
Elvia H. (City of Santa Ana -Library Friend)