Mexico. The best gift God could have given me was an angel who was my mother, and beyond that, I appreciate the love she instilled in me from a young age to Our Lady, teaching me to venerate her and come to her as my heavenly mother.
However, it was not until I met a wonderful person who was part of a Marian mission that my relationship with Our Lady was strengthened, as it taught me to pray the Rosary and venerate it in different ways. Who would have thought that, just as our ties get closer, my mother’s illness would begin.
Goodbye and presence
After multiple doctor visits, I found out my mom had a tumor in her lung. It should be noted that, from that day on, the intercession of Our Lady was very evident, manifesting itself through people and various symbols such as prints, situations that gave me strength and optimism to face those moments.
That day I would walk down the street and ask her for my mother’s health, that’s when suddenly a lady came up to me and gave me a picture of Our Lady with Juan Diego; in another, I was driving and chatting with my sister about faith and how God’s mother was the first to teach us to trust, at that moment a child knocked on my window at a traffic light and handed me a stamp of her behind the cross of Jesus.
Leticia González by Doig Alvear. Photo: Courtesy
In addition, another thing that surprised me was the accompaniment of Father Hector Orozco, better known in Sinaloa as Father Jeringas, a priest in high demand for evicted people who only arrives (according to testimonies) at the most critical moments of the disease. I tried to contact him at the beginning of my mom’s illness, but it wasn’t until she went into the hospital and from then on every time I needed him came.
My mom died of lung cancer in a very sudden way and the sadness was such that I could not find refuge, but when I saw her portrait holder during her funeral and asked her to give me strength, miraculously I got up from the floor being someone else, I do not know if it was thanks to my mother, to our Virgin who never stopped accompanying me , or both.
“It is therefore faith, the certainty of what is expected, and the conviction of what is not seen”: Hebrews 11:1
The last image I received was Mother’s Day, an extremely sad date for me, as his departure was very recent. On that occasion my best friend gave me an image of the Virgin of Guadalupe given to me by a lady on the street a long time ago, to which he told her that he reminded me, to which she replied: “Give it to her, she will need it”.
Finally I tell you that, coincidentally, the next day of my mother’s third mass, on February 2nd, the Day of our Lady of the Candelaria was celebrated. By this date, Father Orozco took Our Lady of Fatima to my house.
Final message
The accompaniment of Our Lady during the illness and death of my mother was no coincidence, since her message manifested itself in various ways in the most difficult moments.
What I could feel is the companionship of that heavenly world, a higher force full of optimism that comes from the great love and strength that is God.
Human beings question and need proof to check the faith, but through my experience I want to tell you that God’s world is simple, you only need to be humble at heart to feel its greatness.
Those who have suffered from a loss or are in difficult times, I tell them that there is no better way to face adversity than accompanied by their presence.
Thank you, Mom, for teaching me what true love is, the one who is not tested and who cannot be understood if it is not through God and his own mother. I thank you for starting me on the path of faith, because thanks to this I have come forward and it gave me the strength to share it with others.
“For you have seen me, Thomas, you have believed; Blessed are those who did not see and believe”: (John 20:29).
