Domingo Rocha was Jeannette's Loving Grandpa

The Great Mr. Doming Rocha

He was a self made man who drove around town in his "Ponka."   Jeannette's grandpa was loving and kind to his grandchildren.  He loved holding Jeannette in his arms when she was a baby.  Every Friday we would go to visit the grandparents.  He would always be out in his property fixing something or another but would immediately stop when he would either see us arrive or if someone told him.  The first thing he would say is , " Where is the bundle of blanket."  He would laugh because I always had Jeannette wrapped up in at least five baby blankets. 

His name was Domingo Rocha.  He had accomplished so much in his lifetime.  Owned several houses that he built all on his own.  He was a carpenter, a plumber, an electrician, maintenance man, mechanic, landlord, gardener, tractor driver, field worker, foreman, carpet man, painter, window installer, cook, chef, dish washer, etc.  He was among some of the first people in Corcoran to "Go Green."  Never waisted anything.  He planted several fruit trees all around his properties.  I remember one was an Apple/Pear tree.

My father-in-law was one of a kind.  He taught all his seven children all his trades.  He had the girls, which were Mary, Lupe, Terri, Vickie learn all the things both in and around the house.  They knew how to lay down tile and do any type of remodeling, etc.  The boys were Peter, Danny and Domingo Jr.  They learned from him all the skills to get ahead in life.  If it was not for all that he taught his family I am sure they would have never accomplished so much in life.  Too bad one of them in turn did not teach his own children anything and instead chose to ignore them and never have a relationship with them.  How sad is that

I had fun being around him because we always joked so much. 

As Jeannette grew she came to realize she was blessed to have such a loving grandpa. 

May he rest in Peace.   

JUST HERE THINKING OF HER

 

Just here on a Thursday afternoon in Fresno, California in my home and finally being able to get back on line.  I really need to keep up my posting of my beloved Jeannette.  It is a tool I use to help me cope with profound grief over loosing her.   They say time heals all wounds but these wounds I have are never ever going to be healed.  She left us all with so many memories.  Just today as I was having lunch with my other daughter, Diana and her son, we talked about Jeannette and how much we wished she could have been with us and sharing fun and laughter with her. 

SO MANY EMOTIONS ON THAT COLD NIGHT

I am so happy today.  My PC was broken and I could not post anything for almost this whole month.  But, now I am back and happy.  Alot has happened during the month.  I took a trip down to Los Angeles and to my dear daughter's grave site which is in West Lake Village.  I started out on the freeway around 3:00 p..m. and did not arrive to the cemetery until dark.  It was almost pitch black.  I did not have a flashlight but I knew more or less where her grave is.  I just prayed to God and I opened up my cell phone to get light.  It was dark and very cold.  I prayed out loud asking God to help me find my baby.  No sooner had I said that when I pointed the light to my feet and there it was.   Right in front of me.  I cried and hugged her stone.  I told her how much I missed her.  I cried a million tears as I layed down next to her grave.   I was an emotional wreck as I was guided back to the car by my loved one.  It has taken me weeks to compose myself.  I miss my Nettle Poodle so much.