We created a GatheringUs memorial to celebrate the life of Javier Mario Diaz.
Javier was diagnosed with granulomatosis with polyangiitis (GPA).
Granulomatosis with polyangiitis is an uncommon disorder that causes inflammation of the blood vessels in your nose, sinuses, throat, lungs, and kidneys.... see moreWe created a GatheringUs memorial to celebrate the life of Javier Mario Diaz.
Javier was diagnosed with granulomatosis with polyangiitis (GPA).
Granulomatosis with polyangiitis is an uncommon disorder that causes inflammation of the blood vessels in your nose, sinuses, throat, lungs, and kidneys. (Source MayoClinic.com)
We created this page to raise awareness of the disease and as a fundraiser for research and finding a cure.
In life we often find that while not every story has a happy ending, we can learn from others’ experiences and hold on to hope. In the context of the vasculitis journey, we can hope for an early diagnosis, better treatments, advanced research and, ultimate
De Paulo Osuna
Yo hice un viaje a Argentina en el 2003 y me invitaron a ir a Córdoba, cuando llegue a Córdoba nadie me estaba esperando, el pastor que me invitó dividio la iglesia y ya no estaba, el pastor que se quedó tuvo la buena voluntad de... moreDe Paulo Osuna
Yo hice un viaje a Argentina en el 2003 y me invitaron a ir a Córdoba, cuando llegue a Córdoba nadie me estaba esperando, el pastor que me invitó dividio la iglesia y ya no estaba, el pastor que se quedó tuvo la buena voluntad de ponerme en un hotel pero como no me conocía solo me invitó a predicar en la radio, ahí estuve predicando por 3 días, la verdad ya no traía dinero se suponía que ellos iban a costear mi viaje, y ahí estaba estancado en Córdoba sin dinero mis otros contactos estaban en buenos aires los cuales los vería hasta la siguiente semana, un día la locutora me presento e hizo un comentario de mi que yo estaba básicamente estancado en Córdoba, ese día Javier escuchaba la radio dsd reseda, y se comunicó ala estación y ofrendo 300 dllrs para mí sin conocerme y sin saber quién era, dsd ahí nos contactamos y lo demás fue historia ha sido uno de mis mejores amigos y viseversa.
Me dolió mucho su partida porque el y yo nos llamábamos mínimo unas dos veces al mes, y cuando andan en eu era de rigor que nos veíamos o buscaba un espacio en mi agenda para pasarla con el. Le extrañamos mucho less
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Matthew 5:4
My brother, Javier Mario Díaz González, was born on December 29, 1974 at 1:30 pm in Monterrey, Mexico. He immigrated to the United States on August 1, 1989 at the age of 15. I'm... moreBlessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Matthew 5:4
My brother, Javier Mario Díaz González, was born on December 29, 1974 at 1:30 pm in Monterrey, Mexico. He immigrated to the United States on August 1, 1989 at the age of 15. I'm not sure how or when, but Javier started making friends almost immediately in our new church when we arrived in this country. He did not drive then, but there were people who came to the house to take him to church. The church was his life! In fact, if he misbehaved in any way, my parents threatened that they would not allow him to go to church and that worked. He loved worshiping and he loved God.
I am only 2 years older than him, so he is in my earliest childhood memories. There are many memories I have of him. Things we did together during our childhood and youth. If I could summarize Javier's life in three words, I would choose the following words: rumbustious, Jovial and Generous.
Javiercito - as we used to affectionately call him was a very rumbustious child. He was that boy whose parents had to leave the Sunday service because Javiercito just couldn't stay still. He was fearless and brave. He was the first, and the only one, who learned to ride a bicycle and spent most of the day playing outside. He was that boy who enjoyed playing in the rainwater, sliding down a drainage ditch that was near our house, resulting in a split lip and some loose teeth. Javier never liked school. He was not the worst student in the class, but he was also not the most outstanding student. He preferred to be playing with his Star Wars collection, riding his bike all over the neighborhood or going to the neighborhood store to buy treats, which he would charge to my mother's credit notebook the store kept for her. He loved spending time with his friends. He kept some of those friendships alive throughout his life. Even as an adult, Javier could not sit still. He had a great desire to go preach the Word. He organized events, praise and worship nights, he traveled to different destinations preaching the Good News of Jesus. I had the joy to accompany him to some of those events. He had a passion for those who did not know what Jesus could do for them! He was in charge of organizing a great event for Guatemala. He traveled to our hometown specifically to speak and minister to a childhood friend. He went to Argentina, Costa Rica and Cuba to preach the Word. Many lives were touched. Many came to Jesus through the Word they heard.
Javier was jovial. He was happy, he loved to laugh and make others laugh. He was an excellent storyteller. He involved the people around him in his stories. He could have made a living as a comedian! He was sociable. He loved being around people who loved and appreciated him. He also had a very vivid imagination. Once, he broke the new chandelier that mom had put up in a room and he told her that a stone had entered through the window and had broken her beautiful chandelier. It was a good story - the problem was that the window was intact. He loved his wife Tara and she was always a priority for him. She made him happy. Many times I told her: "Tara my brother is happy with you!" because I saw how Javier enjoyed the time he spent at her side. He had a way with people. He was a great salesman. He had contagious energy. It made those around him feel comfortable. If he hosted you at his house, he made sure you had the best room in the house. If he was taking you out to eat, he made sure you had a good time with him. He had a contagious laugh. He was always joking and you couldn't help but laugh at his occurrences. He was also a little naughty, like when he joked because, although I am older, I am much shorter than him. He would introduce me to his friends like this: "This is my OLDER sister" I always answered: you can leave the "older" part out! Followed by the classic stink eye and a tongue roll as well or a pat on the arm
Javier was generous. He had a giving heart. He ached with those who hurt and would rejoice with those who rejoice. He loved my kids and my sister's girls. He loved his children and was there for Robert the entire time. I know because he told me so. Javier was the type of person who gave to those in need and did not make it public. He just wanted to bless people. He wanted to make sure that our parents were well taken care of. He cared for them and cared for their needs for a long time. Despite the fact that sometimes his temperament got the best of him, he was always humble and noble to ask for forgiveness. He was not spiteful. He gave my husband a job when he was unemployed, and his salary provided us with food. He organized toy campaigns for the children of this neighborhood. He left a piano, one that he worked hard to get, in Cuba because he realized that they needed it there more than he did. He had no problem even giving away his own food because he knew that God would take care of him. His dream was to get the whole family together. He wanted to cover the expenses. He wanted us all to be united. Many people who have sent us messages tell us about Javier's generosity and reiterate that he was always on the lookout for them.
2 Corinthians 4:17-18: these little troubles are getting us ready for an eternal glory that will make all our troubles seem like nothing. Things that are seen don’t last forever, but things that are not seen are eternal. That’s why we keep our minds on the things that cannot be seen.
The night before his death, I was in my bed, trying to sleep, but I couldn't. Javier came to mind, as it used to happen during these long months while I was in the hospital. I said a very simple and short prayer. In a whisper I said, “Lord, please raise him up. Please Lord, let my little brother stop suffering now ”. The next day, Monday, May 18 in the afternoon, we learned of his unfortunate passing. That night I couldn't sleep either. I was in great pain and disbelief that my little brother had gone home to Jesus. I prayed for strength and comfort. Immediately afterward, I imagined the scene in his hospital bed. I imagined angels around him, and then I could imagine Jesus coming and holding Javi's hand and raising him up. I could imagine Javier standing, without the ventilator, without the tubes, clean, healthy, and I could imagine him walking with Jesus to his eternal home. This is where I find comfort: that my brother is now with His Creator and that he is in no pain. Now he praises Jesus, something he loved to do, all the time.
I want to end by quoting the lyrics of the hymn "Jesus I am resting, resting" written in 1876 by Jean Sophia Pigott
Jesus, I am resting, resting
in the joy of what thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
of thy loving heart.
Thou hast bid me gaze upon thee,
as thy beauty fills my soul,
for by thy transforming power,
thou hast made me whole.
O how great thy lovingkindness,
vaster, broader than the sea!
O how marvelous thy goodness
lavished all on me!
Yes, I rest in thee, Beloved,
know what wealth of grace is thine,
know thy certainty of promise
and have made it mine.