A Mass for Arturo, USA

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April 27, 2009

USA, Chicago, April 21, 2009. A moving funeral for community leader and philanthropist Arturo Velasquez at St. Rita of Cascia Shrine Chapel in Chicago.

Born in 1915, Mr. Velasquez entered the US at age 8, parlaying good business sense and a generous heart into multi-million dollar family enterprises.

He wished to be remembered with Violet Parra's poem "Gracias a la Vida."

"Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto, me dio dos luceros que cuando los abro, perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco, y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado, y en las multitudas el hombre que yo amo."

"Thanks to life which has given me so much, it gave me two eyes that when I open them I can distinguish perfectly black from white, and in the high heaven its starry background, and in the multitudes the man I love."

Photographs commissioned by "Hoy" newspaper for a front-page story.

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