Gloria Noriega
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Gloria Noriega, 62, a former Lammersville School employee, died of mesothelioma Monday, Jan. 20, in Bellevue, Wash., where she had lived the past 4½ years.

Born Oct. 13, 1951, in Spokane, Wash., Mrs. Noriega had lived in Tracy 35 years before she moved back to Washington in 2009. She was a para-educator and worked as a bilingual aide at Lammersville School.

Survivors include her husband, Albert Noriega of Washington state; four children, Teresa Rowberg, Trina Noriega, Claudia Gonzales and Jesse Olaguez, all of Washington; a brother, Ted Gregson of Fresno; and three grandchildren

A memorial service will be planned in Washington for friends and family. Questions may be directed to Teresa Rowberg at shadow0408@earthlink.net.

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anoriega
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March 06, 2014
Dear mom,

You've always been my guardian angel,

U saved Jess & I wen u didn't need to.

& I know we saved u 2.

Things weren't always glitter & gold,

But things were always comfortable in that 1 place we had called home.

Through all my faults & all our tears,

Mama I knew u had my back throughout the yrs.

U snuck the phone just to hear my voice,

U didn't let any1 tear our strong bond apart.

My days feel so empty w/o calling u evryday

Like normally I would, til again some-day.

While every1 is 2 selfish 2 c,

I lost the 1 person who still cared 4 me.

Ur girls were so lucky 2 hav u there,

4 all the great memories that they got 2 share.

As I sit here thinkn who's guna walk me down the aisle,

or who r my babies guna call wen they need just a smile.

All I have left r pictures & yrs of memories.

So, Ill show my babies "This is your abuela, the one woman who never gave up on me."

I held ur hand for as long as I could,

I promised u wen that day came, that i would.

U waited 4 me 2 take ur last breath,

If that isn't love, I don't know what's left.

U r my angel, my bestfriend,

& like u said, no matter wat any1 else has 2 say,

U r & will always be my mom.

I love you mom. I'll see u wen I see u.<3
anoriega
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March 06, 2014
Dear mom, you've always been my guardian angel,

You saved Jess & I when you didn't need to.

& I know we saved you too.

Things weren't always glitter & gold,

But things were always comfortable in that one place we had called home.

Through all my faults & all our tears,

Mama I knew you had my back throughout the years.

You snuck the phone just to hear my voice,

You didn't let anyone tear our strong bond apart.

My days feel so empty without calling you everyday.

Like normally I would, til again some-day.

While everyone is too selfish to see,

I lost the one person who still cared for me.

Your girls were so lucky to have you there,

for all the great memories that they got to share.

As I sit here thinking who's guna walk me down the aisle,

or who are my babies guna call when they need just a smile.

All I have left are pictures and years of memories.

So, Ill show my babies "This is your abuela, the one woman who never gave up on me."

I held your hand for as long as I could,

I promised you when that day came, that i would.

You waited for me to take your last breath,

If that isn't love, I don't know what's left.

You are my angel, my best friend, & like you said,

no matter what anyone else has to say, you are and will always be my mom. I love you mom. I'll see you when I see you. <3
anoriega
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March 06, 2014
Hey mom, I miss you more than words can even express. Everyday is a struggle for me to get through. Not a day goes by that I don;t shed a tear. Not a day goes by that I don't want to just pick up that phone and call you. Than I have to stop myself because I face reality and realize you're gone forever. It still hurts just as bad as the day of. I'm not okay and that scares me so much. I wrote this for you. I hope you enjoy it...



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