Francisco Garica: I knew Cesar for many years. For many years, I worked on the boycotts in
New York
, in
Washington
, and in
Los Angeles
. I came to
Delano
to work in the
Service
Center
. I also worked in the
Service
Center
in
La Paz
. I worked in the building of the Union offices, with Cesar’s brother, Richard, pounding nails, sawing and hammering. I worked with Cesar’s son, Birdie, high in the mountains, laying the wire for the UFW communications systems. I wrote most of the words to this song on the day of Cesar’s funeral. But I didn’t finish it right away. I didn’t know where his final resting place was going to be, whether it would be in
Delano
, or
La Paz
. And until I knew, I wasn’t able to finish this song. These memories of a person we take with us always. We take them with us everywhere. We take them with us until we die.
