Blog: Adios Trinidad Sanchez Jr. Que le vaya con Dios.
The day I cried was months later,
when I went to my mailbox
for his weekly letters and poems.
The box was empty no letter, no poems.
I was so alone. Lost. Confused.
"I loved the Mexicaness of his passion, his passion for life — even if that sounds like a cliche," writes University of Colorado at Boulder poetry professor Lorna Dee Cervantes on her blog, which also includes several of Sanchez poems. "The only comfort I can muster is knowing that I am not alone, that there is a heart-force of his influence ready to help."
Sanchez had suffered a massive stroke in mid July. Though he was allowed to return to his Texas home, his heath continued to wane and underwent surgery a week later. A funeral service was held Wednesday in San Antonio, and several benefits are planned to help his widow, Regina Chavez y Sanchez, cover the $600,000 in medical costs accrued by her late husband, who, like so many professional poets, was uninsured. In Denver, local poets are organizing an event on August 15 at Common Ground Coffee House, 1601 17th Street. Friends will share memories of their wordsmith mentor and conduct readings of Sanchez's poetry — perhaps even the final section of "The First Time":
The poet in me wants to share a poem
with you, make you smile, laugh
but all I can do is tell the children
"...my father was a poet."
I feel so proud, at the precise moment
when I express your words with my voice:
but I remember too well
how the first time I told my father
"I love you" . . . was not easy.
--Jared Jacang Maher