In Loving Memory of Katherine Eileen (Lujan) Gamron


Ms. Katherine Eileen (Lujan) Gamron was born to Paul Lujan and Simona (Sandoval) on July 3rd, 1933 in Serene, Colorado.  She lived her whole life in Colorado where she raised her children and loved her grandchildren and great-grandchildren deeply. She passed away comfortably in her home where she was surrounded by family on March 22, 2021.

One of Katherine’s favorite things to do was to dress up her girls and make them look pretty. She was always looking for ways to make her great grandchildren laugh and accepted any dare they would ask of her. She loved being involved in helping raise her grandchildren and watched her great-grandchildren often. She was a very caring, kind-hearted woman who loved her family deeply.

Katherine was preceded in death by her four brothers, Senorio, Delfin, Moses, and Paul Jr.;  and her five sisters, Mary, Adelesia, Margaret, Bernice, and Louise.

She is survived by two sisters, Isabel Williams and Roselyn Lujan; her three children, Elaine Limtiaco and Dale Clark, Vincent and Marcie Limtiaco, and Paul Limtiaco; her grandchildren, Patricia and Tom Iliff,  Katherine and Frank Trujillo,  Jeremy and Veronica Watt,  Jeanine and Sergio Gutierrez-Elias, Angelene Limtiaco and Ramon Ybarra,  Jasmine Limtiaco, and Lacie Clark.  She is also survived by 26 great grandchildren and three great great grandchildren that she loved dearly.

The family would like to request that any donations be made to the Alzheimer’s Association in memory of Katherine.


I’m Fine

There’s nothing whatever the matter with me.

I’m just as healthy as I can be.

I have arthritis in both my knees

And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.

My pulse is weak and my blood is thin

But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.

I think my liver is out of whack

And a terrible pain is in my back.

My hearing is poor, my sight is dim,

Most everything seems to be out of trim.

But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.

I have arch supports for both my feet,

Or I wouldn’t be able to go on the street.

Sleeplessness I have night after night,

And in the morning I’m just a sight.

My memory is failing, my head’s in a spin.

I’m peacefully living on aspirin

But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.

The moral is, as this tale we unfold,

That for you and me who are growing old,

It’s better to say “I’m fine” with a grin

Than to let them know the shape we’re in.

— Cardinal Cushing