Two Years Ago; It Feels Like Only Today, My Hugo Went to Heaven
by Elisa Marie M.
(New York, USA)
On July 29, 2012, my husband of 44 years, Hugo James, passed away in my arms after trying to hold on to life, in so much distress from the battle he valiantly, yet graciously fought for ten months. At 8:40 p.m. that Summer night, he died, and part of me died along with him.
Hugo was my light, my breath, my reason for living; he was my better-than-best friend, my comforter, my strength when I was weak or sick, or sad, or troubled. He was kind, generous, loving, caring in every way, about me, about my family, especially my parents, about our home, his job, everything.
A Beautiful Man.
He had dreams, hopes, plans for our future to grow old together, to enjoy a well-deserved retirement, which never came to be. So, Hugo, I pray you are happy, with no more pain, and rejoicing in the wonder of being with God in Heaven.
I miss you, I love you, I need you. Please wait for me.
Love, your devoted wife, Elisa Marie M.