Juan Trujillo Gonzalez

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Juan Gonzalez Obituary

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Juan Trujillo Gonzalez of Woodridge, went to be with the Lord on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 at home. He was 78.

The son of the late Leandro and Petra Trujillo Gonzalez, he was born on August 29, 1930 in Juncos, Puerto Rico. Juan came to know the Lord in 1974 and worked as a prison Chaplain.

He leaves behind his loving wife and childhood sweetheart, Juana Marcano-Rivera at home; one daughter, Magdalena Santiago and her husband, Jose of Orlando, FL; three sons, Luis Trujillo and his wife, Carmen of Middletown; Jeremias Trujillo and his wife, Doris; Juan Trujillo, Jr. and his wife, Theresa all of Woodridge; as well as thirteen grandchildren and ten great-grandchildren.

Visitation will take place today, Saturday, October 25, from 2-4 and 7-9 p.m. at Colonial Memorial Funeral Home, 396 State Route 52, Woodbourne, NY 12788.

Funeral services will be held 10 a.m. on Sunday, October 26, at the funeral home. Interment will follow in the Rock Ridge Cemetery, Monticello, NY.

Arrangements are under the direction of Colonial Memorial Funeral Home, for further info. please call 845-434-7363 or visit our website at www.colonialbryantfuneralhome.com.

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Published by Times Herald-Record on Oct. 25, 2008.

Memories and Condolences
for Juan Gonzalez

4 Entries

MAGDA SANTIAGO

November 19, 2008

JOSE M.SANTIAGO, MAGDA SANTIAGO, JOSE L. SANtIAGO, WENDY SANTIAGO,ANDREW JOSHUA. TONY HERNANDEZ, AIMEE HERNANDEZ, JARIEL, IAN. WIFE JUANA MARCANO RIVERA.

MAGDA SANTIAGO

November 19, 2008

MAGDA SANTIAGO, JOSE M. SANTIAGO. TONY HERNANDEZ, AIMEE HERNANDEZ,JARIEL IAN. JOSE L. SANTIAGO, WENDY SANTIAGO, ANDREW(A.J.), JOSHUA L.

Magdalena Santiago

November 7, 2008

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)
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