- 70 years old
- Date of birth: Aug 21, 1943
- Place of birth:
Floresville, Texas, United States
- Date of passing: Oct 20, 2013
- Place of passing:
Dallas, Texas, United States
|I'll see you tomorrow for a margarita in Maine|
My father and I used to eat icecream on Sundays as we read the weekly Calvin and Hobbes comic- even in the winter time when icecream was out of season. When I was in elementary he would let me pigtail his hair and leave stories about ponies left inside his financial reports.
He gave me Animal Farm in the first grade and took me to my first Black Sabbath concert when I was just in middle school. When he drove me up to Seattle for college, he got so pissed that the rented mini van wouldn'r drive as fast as the drum line. He taught me to question everything and to always stand my ground.
He always liked his blouses so stiff that most cleaners would be unwilling to do his shirts. He always kept his shoes on and never even owned a T-shirt until I was past college.
We rode horses together and ate dozens of nachos together. He was proud of his heritage and the role the Flores family played in Texas history. Even at his death, he still dreamed of being a cowboy.
He was a serious man who had a soft spot for large spoonfuls of peanut butter, flan, margarhitas, and naps in his backyard with the corgi. He had a secret hobby of collecting rocks and twigs like a squirrel.
A world wide adventurer who had been to over 50 countries and even stayed with cannibals- he was a man of unusual mystery who instilled in me a deep passion for literature, art, and exploration.
"Nash and I were classmates at Notre Dame and Harvard Business School. Very soon after meeting, I knew Nash to be considerate, warm, a good listener, and a trusted friend. I very much enjoyed our visits amid our hectic school activities. He helped me with an important career commitment for which I will forever be grateful. Nash was an unusually fine man and I wish we had more time together. Mike"
"Just wanted to say I love you. So much of life has moved without you and I think about you everyday. Wish I could just give you a call. Love you"
"I remember Nash when Marion & I were both in banking in Dallas. We were all in our twenties and Nash always looked so elegant in his beautiful business suits.
Marion, I was happy to hear how well you three spent Nash's last year.
"I am crestfallen to just today find out Mr. Flores has died. I am an Art teacher in Richardson who worked for him two summers ago when his then secretary was on vacation. I loved working for Nash at Ceres Capital. I had upmost respect for him and feel so honored to have had the privilege of getting to know him; learn about his wonderful, engaged, and thoroughly interesting life, as he was amazing; doing so much significant work for so many people with such grace and good taste. I treasured my time working with him in that amazing office and loved sharing tidbits about Art, amazing artists and interesting art resources. I never look at David Bates or Sotheby's or our Museum Tower .... or the DMA come to think of it, without thinking about Mr. Flores. I am grateful most currently for his donations of Sotheby catalogues, New Yorker magazines and helping to fund a couple of Donors Choose Art projects for my students.
Please know, even at this late date, you are in my thoughts and prayers."
"Dearest Marion and Whidden
It is with a heavy heart that I write this. I was absolutely shocked when I received your card today. I so wish that I had known earlier that Nash had been ill and could have said good-bye. It sounds as if the both of you had quality time with him as his illness progressed. The pictures you shared on the website show a man so very happy with life, his wife and his daughter (and corgi). I know that he received many tributes from the community, his alma mater and his charitable endeavors, but surely his greatest pride was his family. For you the sadness and grief will leave an unrepairable hole in your heart. But you will keep Nash in loving memories and survive as you know he would want you to. It was an honor to have been in your wedding party so long ago and see that the love you pledged then magnified over the years. Many prayers to you as you grieve and find new strength. I hope to see you for the 50th to give you the hugs you need from the past. Love Ann"
"Finally, as I watch high tide storm surf break on the rocks in front of our Maine house, I have figured out what to post here. First thank you for the literally hundreds of notes, cards, emails, calls, flowers, food, and memorials. They really all do help with the emptiness.
To quote a note, "Nash was one of the good guys". He was a terrific partner and we always said we would love each other "to the sky". We did, and I do."
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