I grew up with Freddy Fender. My Dad would put his 8 track tape in and we would listen to him all over town. There is a special place in my heart for him because my Father loved him so much. My Dad would drink and listen to his music and mess up his name....call him Henry Feathers sometimes because of his slurring but, he would always say he was one talented singer. I am a grown woman now and I still listen to his music. My Father is now deceased and will be happy because now he will have Freddy Fender in heaven with him and they can sing all the songs they both love. My thoughts go out to his family. I am mourning and I was not related to him. The World lost a wonderful person and singer yesterday.
God Bless all of the Huerta Family.