In Loving Memory of His Life. Salvador T. Agueros, U.S. Army, Korean Veteran. Feb 13-1925 / June 15-2021.
Predeceased by his Wife, Lupita G. Agueros. Survived by his Children, Norma A. Ciaciura, Xavier G. Agueros. His Grandchildren, Jennifer M. Ciaciura, Xavier H. Agueros Jr, Alondra Agueros, Alexis E. Agueros. His Son-in-law John J. Ciaciura, His Sister In-Law Irma Baez. His Nephews and Nieces and their families. His Brothers, Salvador Aguero, Nabor Aguero, Luis Aguero. His Sister Gona Aguero and their families, and to all his friends, acquaintances and their families that had been part of his life here in the United States and abroad, and in Mexico City. Loving Husband, Father, Grandfather, Brother and Friend.
Throughout his Life he'd enjoyed playing Sports, Swimming, Hiking, Parachuting, Football, Walking, Camping. He loved to travel; this was his favorite Hobby, always outdoors. Him and Mom loved to Dance. Ballroom Dancing was their favorite Hobby. They competed and were Champions, winning several Trophies. Salvador loved to listen to Music, especially Jazz, and he enjoyed playing the Trumpet. As a professional, he was passionate and dedicated to his job. He was a man of the people. Always a people person, good listener and caring for doing what was right. He was in the U.S. Army. As a Soldier, he fought and served his Country in the Korean War, with Dedication, Valor and Honor. Thank you Dad, for all you did. Thank you for being in our lives. Vaya con Dios, Papito. (Be with God, now, Daddy.).
From the movie that Grandpa liked watching because of all of the joy and happiness it brought him, ”Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium,” this is his final scene in the movie, and he is saying his final goodbye to Molly Mahoney before he departs from this world. This is the end of his Fifth and Final Act. I am writing out this quote, because my Grandfather identified himself with this movie, so now, as Mr. Magorium himself had departed after his fifth and final act with dignity and grace, so had Salvador T. Agueros, peacefully...in his sleep. No pain, only peace. This was the ending of his own Fifth and Final Act. . . . . .
Mr. Magorium to Molly Mahoney: . . .
“When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He’s written “He dies.” That’s all, nothing more. No fanfare no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is “He dies.” It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with “He dies.” And yet, every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it’s only natural to be sad, but not because of the words “He dies.” but because of the life we saw prior to the words. I’ve lived all five of my acts, Mahoney and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I’m only asking that you turn the page, continue reading.....and let the next story begin. And if anyone ever asks what became of me, you relate my life in all it’s wonder and end it with a simple and modest “he died.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.”
. . . . . . . . . . . “Goodbye, my love.”