ForeverMissed
  • Public Visitation: Thursday, February 18, 2021 at Saint Francis Xavier Catholic Church located at 2 Xavier cir 35213 from 2pm-4pm.
  • Funeral service: Thursday, February 18,2021 at Saint Francis Xavier Catholic Church  located at 2 Xavier Cir 35213 at 4pm.
Eufemia Flores, was born on March 15, 1938, to loving parents Emigdio Felix and Maria Cirila. She was the fourth out of the eight children. Mrs. Flores was known for her beauty, kindness, loving, and caring traits. She had a strong faith in the Holy Blessed Family and our Lady of Guadalupe, which was the sheath she wore daily. No matter how hard a situation would be she would always overcome it. She was A LOVING MOTHER, GRANDMOTHER, and GREAT GRANDMOTHER.
 
Flores, was united in holy matrimony to Narciso Ruperto Cruz on October 23, 1955. Through their union they had 9 daughters and 3 sons.
Maria Hilaría, Natalia Aurelia, Leon Cresencio, Alejandro Bartoloméc, Antonieta, Felipa, Alicia, Antonio, Rosa, Amalia, Graciela, Veronica



  • 82 años
  • Nacida el 15 de Marzo de 1938
  • Falleció el 14 de Febrero de 2021
Visitas públicas: Jueves 18 de Febrero 2021 en la iglesia católica Saint Francis Xavier ubicada en 2 Xavier cir 35213 de 2 p.m. a 4 p.m.

Celebración: Jueves 18 de Febrero de 2021 en la iglesia católica Saint Francis Xavier ubicada en 2 Xavier Cir 35213 a las 4 p.m.

Eufemia Flores, nació el 15 de Marzo de 1938, de padres amorosos Emigdio Felix y Maria Cirila. Ella era la cuarta de los ocho hijos. La Sra. Flores era conocida por sus rasgos de belleza, amabilidad, amor y afecto. Tenía una gran Fe en la Sagrada Familia y en Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe, que era su protección que usaba al diario. No importa que tan difícil fuera la situación ella siempre lo superaba. Fue UNA AMOROSA MADRE,ABUELA,y BISABUELA a donde todos eran ¨BIENVENIDOS¨.

Flores, se unió en Santo Matrimonio a Narciso Ruperto Cruz el 23 de octubre de 1955. A través de su unión procrearon 9 hijas y 3 hijos.

Maria Hilaría, Natalia Aurelia, Leon Cresencio, Alejandro Bartoloméc, Antonieta, Felipa, Alicia, Antonio, Rosa, Amalia, Graciela, Veronica
Posted by Marcial Pillado on February 17, 2021
Mi más sentido pésame, Doña Rosa para usted y toda su familia. Un fuerte abrazo.
Posted by LaVinia Ray on February 16, 2021
This passage from one of my favorite books reminds me of our sweet friend and neighbor.
Her legacy is a life well lived, the family and friends she cultivated, the sweet smile forever etched in our memory. I need to go no further than to look across our street to remember her...she will forever walk on Maplecrest Lane.

"Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.

It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime."

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Posted by Marcial Pillado on February 17, 2021
Mi más sentido pésame, Doña Rosa para usted y toda su familia. Un fuerte abrazo.
Posted by LaVinia Ray on February 16, 2021
This passage from one of my favorite books reminds me of our sweet friend and neighbor.
Her legacy is a life well lived, the family and friends she cultivated, the sweet smile forever etched in our memory. I need to go no further than to look across our street to remember her...she will forever walk on Maplecrest Lane.

"Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.

It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime."
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