“Don Erico no es con nostros nada mass.”
Don was a title of respect reserved within the family for only Hugo’s father and was used by much of the community whether talking to, or speaking of him. He was a man who commanded respect and was, if not loved by all, deeply cherished. His loss will be sorely felt, and I suspect his funeral well attended. Sadly Hugo will not be able to return to
We did not have the fortune of meeting Abuelo due to the distance and expense of traveling with such a large family. We have spoken to our family in Argentina by phone, exchanged emails lately, as well as letters and photos but we have come to know Abuelo more though Hugo’s memories and stories than by correspondence.
Don Erico Teodoro Luis was the husband of Lidia for over 50 years, the father of 8 children, 7 surviving. He was the grandfather of 29 grandchildren and I am uncertain of how many great grand children. He was a tower of strength and worked hard providing for his family until his very last years. And in those last years, he suffered much, but silently, an example to all. I will be forever sad not to have been able to meet him in person in this life time.
My one comfort that I hope to be able to share with our children is that with his passing on, we can now speak to him all the time, at any time. We may not be able to hear his reply, but we can be assured of his hearing us and praying for us. In this way, he is more present to us now than he was in life. God rest his soul.
Don Erico Teodoro Luis ..... November 8, 1915 - January 30, 2006
4 comments:
What a lovely testament to a much-loved father and grandfather.
I am so very sorry to hear of your sorrow, but there is another saint in heaven (one who can pray for you)with his passing. I wish I had the money to send to you so your dear husband could attend the funeral. I understand all to well how it is with a large family and very little money to go around. Eternal rest grant unto him O Lord and let perpetual light shine upon him.
Dear Christie and Hugo:
George Fox, often spoke of the separation of distance and death as being the same, not permanent or a loss, that we carry our loved ones in that still small voice inside us. Thy mention that he is closer now, is a shared belief with us, and in my case, with the loss of my father, I assure thee it is the case. My father's voice is closer to me than ever before.
A Friend once said in meeting that child birth and death are much the same, that we pass through pain to joy.
As I think of ye, I remember the Rankin Family song, "We Rise Again..." in the faces of our children. And thy grandfather rises in so many wonderful faces, joy to thee in that.
Holding thee and thine tenderly in the light
lor
Sorry for your loss... *Hugs-a-bunch*
(Possum Pearl)
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