Everybody who knew Anthony, knew him as “Tony”. Tony was a resident of, Alburquerque N.M., where he made a home with his long time girlfriend, Crystal Ortega, whom he loved with all of his soul.
Anyone who knew, Tony, has a great “Tony story” to tell. Everybody knows that he loved hard,played hard, lived hard and enjoyed life to the fullest. He was Nothin But a Good Time. He loved Eddie and The Cruisers, Wrestling, and was a HUGE music enthusiast. Tony was always true to himself and we could all learn so much from his strength, courage and all the
love he carried within. Tony had a Special relationship with all who knew him. His family and friends meant the world to him. His nephew and niece especially held a special piece of his heart. At 8 months old he had become the youngest , at the time, to be diagnosed with juvenile diabetes. To this day he is still the youngest male in the U.S. At that young age, Tony slipped
into a coma for 2 weeks and when he awoke it was apparent that he’d been touched by the divine. That boy held more heaven than a heart can hold. He had a will and strength unlike any other.
That is what carried him through this life. Even with the short time span he had of only 39 years, he made sure to live a full life.
Whether it be listening to some good Ol’ time Rock n Roll, refiguring a computer program out of sheer boredom or curiosity or simply just hanging out, he taught us all to live in every moment. The true definition of strength. Never letting any part of his illness stop him, he really did teach us how precious all the Tender Years can be. Tony, weak as he was toward these final few months, never tried to let on. If you’d ask him how he was he would simply reply “ I’m good , and you?” or “I’m ok”. Very rarely would he admit that he didn't feel well. He fought and fought. But sometimes the body is weaker than the soul. Even so He surprised everyone by eating again, when doctors said he never would. Or when he made it out of bed into a wheelchair with hardly any help after being bed bound for over a month. That guy was always living on a wing and a prayer.
The last few weeks of his life he came home to live with his only sister Dolores, his brother in law whom he considered to be his own brother , Anthony and his niece Angie. For Tony and Dolores it was the duo back again. Since the moment he had entered this life it had always been them. With an almost 7 year age difference they were inseparable. Their mom always said they were like night and day, two sides of the same coin. One had patience and all the other needed was just a little patience. If one was the essence of “All Summer Long” the other captured the “Cold November Rain” He had been only 12 when their mom slipped into a coma and over to his sisters he had gone. Throughout his youth, on and off, he lived with Dolores and Anthony knowing he could always call on his “SIS”. The two talked almost daily and each knew when one needed the other. Even though the miles were far at times the distance and connection remained close. They each made sure that the other always knew that there was always Something to Believe In.
So it had been natural when the time had arrived that he’d be coming home with her. During that time they laughed, they sang, they cried, they shared stories and memories. In Tony’s final week of his life he spent it celebrating with those he loved. From spending time with his girlfriend, eating tacos with his dad, his nephew arriving in from A.Z. and family as
far in as Spain ,Tony spent time with those he loved. He even made it outside for a backyard BBQ , not once but 2 days in a row! Not to mention over to visit “uncle” next door! A true celebratory weekend. The determination to get outside from being bed bound, a will and strength like no other! A true miracle! As his final hours approached he was surrounded by his loved ones, and of course his sister was right there by his side to help guide him, ease him and comfort him. As he neared the end of this life she held his hand on this side until their mom took his hand on the other. Tony is perceived in death by his mother Lena Lattin, grandparents Max and Elsie Chavez, Great Grandmother “Mina”, grandparents Jim and Nardy Lattin and many other “greats”
not mentioned but definitely not forgotten. Tony is survived by his father Wesley Lattin (Linda), Girlfriend Crystal Ortega, sister
Dolores Anaya,(husband/ brother ‘in law’) Anthony Anaya, nephew Tim Anaya, niece Angie Anaya, God parents Ralph and Jaunita Lobato and numerous Uncles, Aunts, Cousins and some very very great friends. Tony, lived young wild and free and just like every rose has its thorn it feels like we are all taking a walk On the Darkside, but every night will have its dawn and we can all let our soul shine again. Now Tony would tell us, it is time to turn the page, so in honor of Tony let's all give out one last “Ric Flair “ WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!