Mary T. Tafoya

To all of my extended family,
I would just like to apologize for not being able to be there if not just to listen or make you smile in such a hard time. My job takes me far from home and not being there when I need to be makes it even harder. I wish you all the best and hope that time will distance this pain, and replace it with the warmest of memories. I can't remember a single time that i went to her house and she didn't try to feed us. I love that memory. (please hold the fat jokes)

Heather and Family,

We are so sorry to hear about your grandmother's passing. You and your family will be in our prayers.

Love,

Chris and Rich Meldrum

So sorry to hear of the loss of the matriarch of the Tafoya family! Fondest memory is that of visiting Olga when she was preparing a wonderful mexican treat ... a true taste of heaven! God bless and be with all of your in your time of sorrow..........

Olga, I 'm so sorry for your loss, you and your family are in my prayers. God bless you all..

You are in my thoughts and prayers.

I was so sorry to hear of the death of Mrs. Tafoya. She was always such a nice,friendly lady with such a beautiful smile. Although I knew Fred the best, I knew all of her children, and my heart goes out to them. God Bless all of you.

Dear Tafoya Family,
As I was on my computer looking up my own father's obituary I came across Mary's (Momma Tafoya, as I always called her). I'm so-o sorry to hear of her passing. I have so many wonderful memories of her and the family that I will cherish for the rest of my life. God bless all of you and be with you. Just know that you are in my thoughts. Cherish the memories! They are priceless.
Sincerely, Cheryl

Rose and Rudy,

I'm so sorry that you have lost your mother. My sympathy and prayers are with you.

To the Tafoya Family,
Our family wishes to express our deepest sympathy during this difficult time that all of you are going through. I would like all of you to know that as a child growing up, I have many wonderful and vivid memories of all the Sunday afternoons we spent at your mom and grandma's home. All the cookouts under the tree and playing ball at the baseball diamond of Dye School. I also remember sitting on that big porch and watching my dad play his guitar and Mr. Tafoya...