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Onesimo Bachicha, 73, went home to be with the Lord on Monday, August 23, 1999. He was born on April 18, 1926 in Albuquerque, NM. those he loved most, his wife and children surrounded him at the time of his passing. Mr. Bachicha was preceded in death by his mother, father and siblings. He is survived by his wife of 53 years, Connie Bachicha (who will miss him always), daughters, Linda Goddard and husband, Jim of Tulsa, OK, Betty Dabovich and husband, Bob of Raton, NM and Marlene Roberts and husband, David; son, Floyd Bachicha and wife, Aurora of Albuquerque; nine grandchildren; two step-grandchildren; one great-grandchild; five step-great-grandchildren; and numerous nieces and nephews. Mr. Bachicha was a proud veteran of World War II serving in the Army during the Rhineland European Campaign. Among the nine medals received during his service, were the Purple Heart for injuries he received in Germany and the Bronze Star for service during the European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign. He leaves behind numerous friends who enjoyed his company and enthusiasm for life and fishing. He will be missed most for his generosity, kindness and sense of humor. The family extends a special THANK YOU to Delta Hospice and the Veterans Administration Staff. Cremation has taken place and a private memorial service was held for the family with Pastor Lance Goddard officiating. In lieu of flowers contributions may be made to International Faith Center 217 Iron Ave. SW, Albuquerque, NM 87102. From his children... O my poor father, silent and still, gone forever. My own father, who brought me up and taught me, who explained everything and took my hand and walked with me. Never again will I see your face, and in the morning, you will not wake me. Never again will I see your soft eyes shining. O my poor father, who never tired of teaching, loving, my heart aches now that you're gone. I cradled his head in my hands an saw that his eyes were empty. His old eyes, looking not on me but onto the Lord and Heaven above. And I saw then for the first time that he was no longer the giant I remembered as a child, but how small and frail he was, and I realized that without his soul he was so light and so thin that even I could lift him. And I raised up his body and clasped his head to my chest and a great cry came out that must have been mine, and I saw clearly as one sees a mountain that he was the only man I've loved who loved me to the end, who always lifted me up, who never bruised my heart, and never for a single moment failed. .....We miss you Onesimo. French Mortuary, 1111 University Blvd. NE.
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