Her mother was Estebana Zamora and her father was Genaro Galdámez. They had eight children, I believe, six girls (who all had "Maria" as their first name) and two boys. Of them, there only my two uncles are left and my mom, the youngest of the girls.
|My grandmother is in the middle and my grandfather on the right. I didn't get to know any of them.|
|My mom and her older brother|
We lived in rural place called Mariona and there lived in a one room house made of wood planks that had gap in between which allowed others to see inside, uneven dirt floors and roof made of aluminum. She slept on the floor with my youngest sister which she continued to do for many years even when we were in the United States.
Living in a tropical place, thunderstorms were common and the sound it made on the roof made it even scarier (not to say the dripping around the house due to the holes on the roof) and my mom would often scare us even more by saying, "¡Gran poder de Dios!" (Great Power of God). For a while, we lacked electricity and remember the dark nights using portable gas lamps.
|My mom and myself November 2014|
|My little girl with my mom|
|My mom and four of us|
|My wife kissing my mom|
When I left ministry and started teaching full time, she often reminded me of my calling. She would say, "I will not die before seeing you in ministry again. That's what God called you for." This year, her desire and prayer has come true. I am back in full time ministry. I know my mother isn't perfect, but she is perfect for me. She is perfect not because of what she isn't but because God chose her for me to give me life and to make me who I am today. God knew she was the best for me. I believe God is good and one proof is my mom. I am thankful that all my kids have had a chance to know her even our two adopted ones. In fact, she loves our little daughter. When we visited weekly, it brought her great joy! I will always cherish all her stories and all that she is, and will continue to teach me who I need to be.