Hugo Duarte, HE was a MIGHTY OAK. My dear dear friend Hugo Duarte, I feel so blessed to have had you in my life. And also to have had the chance to spend a little time with you in those last hours. I am privileged to have met your beloved daughter Sarah, and what can one say about your mother Gwen? I know full well where a good part of your razor sharp intellect came from having met this amazing woman. And what a treat to meet your sister as well. And when it comes to love, and what love REALLY means, we could all take a life lesson from Anne Marie Wotkyns. I know you were loved by this amazing and compassionate woman, and that you loved her too. How do I know this you ask? How can I be certain? What gives ME the right to make that statement with such certainty? Well I was there, in those last hours, but not at the end, and I experienced the love that was palpable in that room. Hugo you were bathed in love and surround by angels, and that is way one who has given so much to so many for so long should spend his final hours, minutes and seconds. Like Forrest Gump said I am not a smart man, but I know what love is and I was privileged to see it first hand. Goodbye my friend, if I know you, and I think I can safely say I did, even now you are creating beautiful music, who knows maybe you and Dan Foggelberg have hunkered down somewhere to exchange notes...
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 16:12:51 +0000
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