Abraham Aguirre Munoz

Abraham Aguirre Munoz, passed away peacefully in the early morning hours of July 4th, 2018, after a short illness. "Abie" was a lifelong resident of Oxnard California. He was born Nov. 17th, 1936, to Abraham and Luz Munoz of Oxnard. He was the oldest of five children and is preceded in death by his brother Mario, and sisters Rosa Hernandez and Sarah Pyle.

His brother David lives in El Rio. Abraham was a man with many names. His siblings called him "Neno", His friends called him Abie, his children called him Dad, and their children called him Pop. Our mother, Raquel, had many monikers for him over the years, all well deserved and served up with equal parts humor and affection. She was his greatest comfort, his closest confidant and a trusted partner in crime. Together they were a joy to watch, especially when they were conspiring to perpetrate. 

Abraham is survived by his children Sonia Chavira, Dorina Lopez Bradford, Julie Aragon, Abraham III and their spouses. His son Miguel, passed away Dec. 2nd, 2016. Abraham has twelve grandchildren, and sixteen great-grandchildren with, as Raquel would say, 'a bun in the oven'. 

Like his father before him, Abraham loved to go to work and could hold a job like nobody's business. He worked at Camarillo State Hospital as a psychiatric technician, childcare practitioner, and part-time lifeguard, for 40 years. He literally turned out the lights and locked the gates when they closed the facility just over twenty years ago. In his spare time, he liked to donate his time as a pop warner coach, or freelance sports photographer for Oxnard high school in the mid to late 1970's. 

Abraham grew up on a farm outside the city limits of Oxnard. His love of nature and it's solitude was borne out of his earliest memories of roaming, and ranging amongst the areas sand dunes and river bottoms, either on foot or horseback. He loved to hunt and fish these badlands. Decades later this area would become the beach fronts of Hollywood Beach, Oxnard Shores, and Mandalay Bay. He would tell tales of salmon spawning in the irrigation channels by his home. He even sighted a hippopotamus in the river bottom. He didn't shoot it.

Forced into retirement at the tender age of 61, Abraham made ends meet by bartending at the local Moose lodge and taking odd jobs at the Knights of Columbus. In short order, his labors turned to hold parliamentary positions as sergeant at arms, treasurer, and governor at his local chapter of the loyal order of Moose. 

A couple of years after his first retirement he found the job of his dreams. Driving a fuel truck for the US Navy out at San Nicolas Island. He loved this job and stayed on through at least three different companies, Maytag, Trajen and Doss Aviation. 'Abie' held this job for eighteen years and loved it for several reasons. He would live on the island and come home only to serve as 'proof of life' for his children, and to check the mail. He would work weekends, holidays, and covered shifts for other peoples vacations. He loved flying out of Point Mugu on a military transport and being there when they needed him. He loved the solitude of his post, the seascapes it provided, and in no small measure, his service to the United States Navy. 

Abraham was the picture of health this past August. He was 81 years old when he spirited Raquel off to Maui to celebrate the hastily planned wedding of his oldest boy. It was the only real vacation he had taken since 1997. 

In March it was agreed that he would take some time off work to 'heal up' and it wasn't until late June that he called work to tell them that his 'body was giving out on him' and that he wouldn't be back. There was no fear of dying in him. No regrets. He wasn't built that way. He loved to read and was a student of history. He had this really annoying habit of being 'right' when it mattered. This is why so many people would seek him out, in their time of need. 

Abraham's celebration of life will be held at Reardon's Funeral Home Saturday, July 28th promptly at 10 am. Food and libation to follow at his beloved Moose lodge in South Oxnard. 

Be well Pop, until we meet again.