Birth date: Feb 19, 1968 Death date: Dec 20, 2020
El Señor es mi pastor, nada me falta; en verdes praderas me hace descansar. Junto a tranquilas aguas me conduce; me infunde nuevas fuerzas. Me guía por sendas de justicia por amor a su nombre. Aun si voy por valles tenebrosos, no Read Obituary
Descansa en paz Mario. Que tu viaje sea de lo más pacifico y bello.
Angels are not perfect creatures, angels are creatures that had their up and downs.
Mario’s life was not easy, he did have his trials and tribulations in life and at the end of the day, he had a life full of love and kindness that he gave to others, especially to his family.
Mario was a quiet person, not too many words to share, instead, he always shared a beautiful smile that meant more than words. He was an angel for many people during his time with us, always taking care of the little things that made a difference for others. That was Mario, the wind beneath the wings of the people around him.
He was the angel for his children, his mom, his sisters, his nephews, and many other people around him. As I said, angels are not perfect creatures; they are special creatures just like Mario, our new angel in heaven. He was a very special person to me. Mario, I will miss you dearly and you will be in my heart forever.
Judith R Fernandez
Mi Tio Mario. No se si era mas tragon que noble o mas noble que tragon. Recuerdo que como tradicion, justo antes de navidad “Las Pintado” se reunen a hacer tamales, de carne, de frijol dulce, y de rajas con queso. Siendo yo de buen comer, y un partidiario de los buenos cocineros siempre me invitan a darle el gusto bueno. El tema que creo Las Pintado no saben, es que siempre me apuraba a ir justo despues de que los hacian por que sabia que existia el detallito de “Mario Pintado” que en cualquier sentada se comia media docena. Cada año añoro esas invitaciones, y vivia temiendo perderle al tiempo y no llegar por mis tamales. Este año comi tamales, y al que le gano el tiempo fue a mi Tio Mario Pintado. Un abrazo donde estes.
Bailando con Maritza ❤️
Many years ago, with his beloved cousins, celebrating Armando’s birthday.
De mamá:
Hijo, a donde vayas, mi corazón está contigo.
Tu bonita mama (como me decías tú)
One of the earliest memory of my Uncle Mario was of him picking me up from preschool and driving me to my grandmas house he would ask me if I wanted to go as fast as an airplane and he would pretend to “fly” with the car. Grandma would get so worried when I got home and told her, but I loved it. Uncle Mario continued to rile up each new generation of kids with his shenanigans. He may have not been perfect but he had a beautiful heart.
Even though he is no longer with us, we were all blessed with his presence in our lives when he was sober he was caring and extremely detail oriented. He will live on through our stories and memories.
My Tio Mario didn’t have a perfect life. He struggled but his determination and perseverance is something I have always admired. That’s why I would always go to him when I also had my own issues with life. He was one of the kindest and most gentle men I’ve ever known. I will miss him ever day of my life and never doubted his love for me. I will forever hold him in my heart.
