Zumante Malik Lucero - Sitio Web Conmemorativo En Línea

I remember that I used to hug Zumante and say, "You're my favorite Mante." And he would hug me back and say, "You're my favorite Mommy."

Zuton brought Zumante to work one day, and he patiently spent the entire nap-period asking me, "What's your favorite food?" and then drawing it in great detail on a huge piece of paper.  I now realize that this activity included two of his favorite things, food and drawing.  By the end of nap time, he had the entire paper covered with various foods...I still have that piece of paper with all of Zumante's drawings.

Hi Zumante. I was going through some boxes today when I came across a book about animals that you and I used to read together. As I looked at some of the strange looking animals, I remembered that you knew the name of every type of animal (just like your Mom at your age), and you would patiently tell me the difference between a chimp and a monkey, or a ferret and a rat (you always hated it when I called every little fuzzy thing a rat). I saw the book and smiled. Then I cried.

I remember last year when zumante came to spend the night at my house with me and my brother steph. Steph had with him the biggest bag of gummy bears mante had ever seen. HE ATE HALF. After eating the gummy bears zumante began to run around the house with my rock band guitar and sing. I had no clue what words were going through his mind but it didnt match what was coming out his mouth. After about an hour of running around i then found mante snoring in the middle of the floor. I call that night BEST NIGHT EVER.

I remember last year when Zumante and I were having a conversation about some of the things he liked to do. "I like to stay after school and Rap with my friend, Cameron" he said. My mind immediately flashed back to the 60's when "rapping" with one's friend meant sitting in the park and becoming involved in deep conversations about what was wrong with the world and how it should be solved. I asked him what they "rapped" about and he went into one of his "Rap songs" about staying in school. As I pondered his cool "hand jive" and sing-song rhyme, it occured to me that the only difference between our "rap" in the 60's, and my grandson's "rap" in the 2000's was the rhythm behind the words.  It was then that I realized that his generation and mine weren't so different after all!