Christine Yazzie

In Loving Memory Christine Marie Yazzie July 22, 1971 – July 17, 2019 Left to cherish her memories are her 5 lovely children, Regina Enrico (32), Rosemary Enrico (28), Tiana John (22), Stephen Enrico (19), and Shylah Enrico (16). Grandchildren Jason Enrico (12), Cirenity Aragon (9), and Leelah Aragon (8). Her husband Esau Ochao (37) and her sister Stephanie Yazzie (49). Preceded in death – Mother Helen B. Yazzie, Grandparents Harlin B. Yazzie and Mary B. Yazzie. Christine had several Aunts, Uncles, Cousins and Friends. Christine will be forever missed, loved and never forgotten by her family and friends. Eulogy by Rosemary Enrico My mother Christine Marie Yazzie was born July 22, 1971 in Denver, CO. She Is the daughter of the late Helen B. Yazzie, a mother to 5 children: Regina, Rosemary, Tiana, Stephen and Shylah. She was a grandmother to 3 amazing grandchildren: Jason, Cirenity, and Leelah. She was a wife to Esau, a cousin, a niece, a granddaughter, but mostly she was a friend to many of you. My mother wasn’t a graduate, as a matter of fact she was the complete opposite. She attended Westwood preschool and Goldrick Elementary. She then moved back to New Mexico and attended Newcomb Middle School. She became pregnant with the oldest, Gina, and dropped out. Although she never graduated, she was one of the smartest people we’ve ever known. My mom was such a people person, she loved to talk and was always smiling (one of her nicknames being Smiley). Her occupations consisted of a lot of customer service from start to end, and shortly in between she did some in-laying and sand painting at a belt buckle company (that’s where my mom and dad messed up and smothered and ended their 25-year relationship; just kidding, I don’t think that’s how it worked). But then she met E and she proceeded to live her life while loving him. Together they had their laughs and tears. They attended church and I could see her begin to glow differently. She took God as her savior, she gave her life to him, whether I’ve admitted it or not I was proud of her for taking that step. It was then that I knew she was in good hands. Our mom was a lover of many things, but she was a fighter. I know as I said that a lot of you know exactly what I mean. She would always stand her ground, she enjoyed the simple things that life had to offer…. Some of her favorite animals (cats mostly), puzzles, cards, slot games and Skoal (she’s going to smack me for telling her secret but that’s ok). She loved to watch the 80’s love films, Pretty in Pink, the Breakfast Club, and Sixteen Candles, being the ones that we could probably recite to you word for word, that’s how much she would play them. She loved music: Bon Jovi being her favorite. We would always fight over whose husband he was and she would always win, I’m pretty sure it was because they were closer in age but boy did she love her music. Matter of fact she loved her so much she would blast it first thing in the morning on Sundays. Sundays were cleaning days and we knew we had to get our butts up and scrub the walls. Mom was a lot of things but her title could literally be printed and framed as “Best Mother”. She always did her best trying to give us exactly what we wanted. Steve remembers when he would cry and pout over G.I. Joe action figures (which she eventually bought the whole collection), video games, Lego sets, you name it he had it. Shy remembers mom fed her whatever she wanted, she would always pack her food (even if she wasn’t hungry), she insists that’s why “she stayed eating” and its true! Mama never left her tummy grumbling. Nana remembers all the moments in life that mom was always there for her to support, motivate and encourage her. As most know mom want her biological mother but that never mattered. She was always there to love her and clothe her, shelter her and comfort her like any mother would. But most of all she’s going to remember the time mom would allow her to do her makeup (and as we all know mom never wore makeup) but she would still allow it, just to see her smile. Nan was always the stylist, from makeup to dying hair, nana had her covered. Gina remembers when mom would wake her up to take her to school, even after insisting there was no school. She would still drop her off, we’ll say mom really, really cared about our education. I myself (Rosie), remember my mom always asking me “’What’s going on baby? Talk to Mommy. You know I can see when you’re not ok “. That was just her “Mom Radar” I suppose. But she always knew, my mom paid so much attention to us that she could read our emotions (even if it was over the phone). I’m going to miss that. She even has 3 little people who will speak of her dearly, because not only was she a great mother, she was an even better grandmother. Although she didn’t get to see the kids often, she got to spend quite some time with them at Grandma Ruth’s. Jason is going to miss his grandma playing with him and helping him when he needed help, he’s going to always remember her as a very lovable, helpful, kind and caring grandma. Cirenity will miss how she would always let them draw. She said that her Grandma Tina was kind, sweet, funny and respectful, she will always miss her dearly. Leelah is going to miss Grandma hanging up her drawings on the refrigerator. She is going to miss how she would always take care of her, she was a great grandma. Aside from being a mother and a grandmother she was also a sister. A bratty vicious but loving and caring little sister. Auntie Steph is going to remember her sister always being the fighter, the type of fighter that never backed down. Aunti smiles as she tells me how she loved to pick on our mom, but mom wouldn’t allow it. One day Auntie, uncle Ron and Kenneth decided they were going to pick on our mom, and Uncle Kenneth went down like Frasier! Knocked out by a roller skate. She was fierce till her very last breath. Our mom was a wonderful woman all around. To whomever walked into her life she always held her arms wide open to family and friends (including ours). She was always willing to give shelter to those who needed it. Even if that meant giving up her own room. She was so kind hearted and I know as I’m saying this everybody has their own memories swarming in their heads. Remember those memories… because that’s exactly who she was. That’s exactly who she would want us to remember. She would want to be remembered as a beautiful soul, with an amazing heart.