On the death of La Diva Jenni Rivera

On December 9, 2012 at approximately three in the morning, a legend died.Daughter of Mexican immigrants, Jenni Rivera was born in Long Beach California. Despite her extremely difficult life, she was the personification of strength. It is difficult to succeed in an environment in which you are constantly told that you don’t fit it. Often at times, it feels as if Mexican Americans aren’t Mexican enough to fit the Hispanic culture or American enough to fit the description either. For years we’re told that our language whether English or Spanish is not good enough. I really feel that this woman possessed both cultures with much pride. Who else can sing that oldie but goodie, “Angel baby” and turn it into a regional Banda song? She said what she felt and did what she pleased, all while maintaining her dignity. She was a devout Christian who worked hard for her kids. And despite the failed marriages, domestic violence, and extreme poverty this woman really came out on top. She sold over 15 million albums worldwide and won over millions of hearts when by inviting her fans to her house through her reality TV show, “I love Jenni.” It is difficult for a heart to get over a death like Jenni’s. On the night of December 8, just hours before her death, she performed a sold-out show in Monterrey, Mexico. She and her crew hopped on a private plane bound towards Mexico City where she was to appear at “La Voz,” Mexico’s version of “The Voice.” Unfortunately, the plane crashed and all who were aboard died (gulp) chunks of her flesh and bones were collected for DNA which proved that it really was our beloved Diva. I am particularly impressed of how much of a role technology played in my relationship with her. I never met her, but through You Tube, Television, and podcasts, I grew to love her existence and I’m very sorry to hear she’s gone. She left behind 5 heart-broken kids, two grandchildren, and millions of fans who adore her, including me. L In 2005 she wrote a song about how she would like to be remembered upon her death, this is the translation:

"I was a strong 'guerrillera'
who fought for her children;
remember that in life
your mother did not crack
with her head held high
say goodbye to her with honor"