Tribute & Message From The Family
Message From The Family
Thank you for your support during this difficult time.
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Arturo was born on March 6, 1956.
He entered into Eternal Rest on Thursday, January 10, 2013.
He was a resident of Northridge, California.
He leaves behind his loving wife Alicia and only daughter Kristal.
My brother Art was one of a handful of bosses that I had over my 34 year career at GTE, Verizon.
He wasn't my boss he was my friend, he has left a permanent mark on my heart, I would come to California on vacation and he was my first visit.
Hey Art you still owe me a Mexican dinner, I will see you again my friend, I miss you terribly. I think about you all the time.
Sorry I never got to see you before you left.
Aloha my friend.
Art was my boss for a couple of years. He was one of very few good bosses I ever had, he was a very good friend, and after we were reorganized and sent back to our local areas he and I became better friends. I often checked in with him, knowing he had health concerns, but he was always seemed happy and healthy. I recently tried to contact Art at home and work and was having a difficult time reaching him, a few months went by and I called his office in Santa Monica and spoke with someone there and they passed on the bad news.
Art I will miss you, a good boss and friend to me, I am sorry we never got to talk one more time.
I will surely see you in heaven my friend. Love and miss you buddy.
Art and I go why back to our high school years. I was a year ahead of him at the new High School "John F. Kenndey" back in the fall of 1971. Back then it didn't matter what year you were in. It being a new school we all became good friends. There we share many a good times in and off school. We kind went our separate ways But after serving 3 years in the military and a year of here and there, I was hired by GTE, I had to report to the San Fernando yard and as alittle time went by. I was sent to I&M repair school and it was there when Art and I, along with Dave Eilers became good friends, that lasted until his passing last week. The three of us shared many great times. Art even became my sons, Raymond James, Fios supervisor. Will always be so grateful for Art taking my son under his wing and looking out for him. Raymond has always been saying " Dad, it's so weird working for Art, because I look to him as thou he's my uncle". That alone says what kind of man he was. A TRUE FRIEND. My son and I are going to miss you. My Family prayers and thoughts are with your wife and daughter. May The Good LORD Bless them both with the strength needed during this difficult time. Won't need to ask our LORD for a angel to look over them, because we all know you are going to be that angel. R.I.P My Friend - Ray
Art has been in my thoughts and prayers all week. A story came to mind where Art basically "put me in my place" one morning which I never forgot and deserved I might add...One morning while meeting behind our trucks like we did back in the GTE Days in San fernando I had made a reference to a "wet back" hanging out in front of the yard, he was quick to correct me that it was not appropriate to use that name and that from now on I refer to them as "Border Brothers". From that day on in the early 90's I have always remembered that and have never used the "wet back" phrase again. Nothing but love and respect for a man that obviously has touched a lot lives in his time here on earth. He will be in my thougths & prayers as well as his family in the coming days, months etc. I know he will walk with God...
when Art first started working as a supervisor at San fernando Yard and his manager asked him to a report he would ask me to do it for him. I would tell him that I didn't know how. He would tell me "yo se que eres Chingona you can do it. After that I had to prove to him that I am able to do it. Because of this his nickname for me was Chinguis. He will be in my heart always. He was a great friend and a great person to work with. You will be greatly missed. You will be in my prayers, may you rest in peace Art.
For many years Art and I had a friendship that was characterized by a "confrontation" everytime we ran into each other. This "confrontation" always began when Art observed me speaking to a latina. I could only speak if I asked him for permission. Needless to say, it always ended in laughter after speaking without "permission" and escaping before incurring his wrath. This unfolded over many years until I retired in 2003. I have seen Art a few times since then, but I will always miss getting his "permission."
Art, I have only known you a short time but what I remember of you is a giving loving person. Love to your family from mine. RIP and may god see your family through this dificult time.
Diaz Family, I can remember Art (and friends) whistling that familiar loco tune at HS baseball games to let me know he/they were there. Always a great time getting to know his brothers and family on weekends. He always treated me like family and we always greeted each other, even at/during work with a hug. My parents always said he was "another son" to them. He has never changed how he treats people since I met him back in 72. Verizon will not be the same without you Art. Our prayers are with all of Art's family.
David & Robyn Diaz & family
It’s hard to believe you were taken so young. Art I enjoyed being your friend and coworker for many years. You will be deeply missed by all. Until we meet again. R.I.P. Bro
Art loved life,Family and Kids,Every Christmas we would go to Target and pick up 3 bicycles each One year Art had 27 bicycles for needy Family.He was a good Man to all.An was my Friend
I've know Art for close to forty years, we grew up in the same neighborhood, then we worked GTE/Verizon, we became good friends when I went to work on the Frame and he was in I & R. The outside guys, treated us girls on the frame like one of them, so on Friday night for many years we would all pile into a booth at Sierra's in San Fernando, laugh, have a beer and listen to Chente on the Juke Box,
In his serious moments, we would talk about life kids and everyday stuff and one day he told me that he felt that he would died young, I told him not to talk that way, then he would laugh and say die young and leave a good looking body. and make sure that when I died they play Chente for him. I played it for you my friend, I will miss you dearly. No one can say Maaarrrrta to me again, without me thinking of you. RIP Turito.