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Luis' and Jose's Home In Heaven
I am home in Heaven, dear ones; Oh so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty in this everlasting light.
All the pain and grief is over, every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever, safely home in Heaven at last.
Did you wonder how I so calmly trod the valley of the shade?
Oh! But Jesus' love illumined every dark and fearful glade.
And He came Himself to meet me in that way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus' arm to lean on, could I have one doubt or dread?
Then you must not grieve so sorely, for I love you dearly still;
Try to look beyond earth's shadows, Pray to trust our Father's will.
There is work still waiting for you, so you must not idly stand;
Do it now, while life remaineth - You shall rest in Jesus' land.
When that work is all completed, He will gently call you Home;
Oh the rapture of that meeting, Oh, the joy to see you come!
This site is dedicated to our beloved brothers Luis and Jose A. Perez.  They were both very close and it's as if they couldn't be separated.  We lost them both in the span of just seven short months.  They were only 47 and 46 when they left us.  Until we meet again, our precious ones, all our blessings and thoughts are with you.

Your loving family...
Mom, Dad, Grandmas
Sisters (Irma, Letty, Evelyn, Arlene, Sharling)
Brother (Cuchi)
Nieces (Selena, Sasha, Stephanie, Brittney, Amy)
Nephews (Jonathan, Christian, Nicholas, Papo, and baby Axel)

Luis A. Perez
May 17, 1956 - August 7, 2003
Jose A. Perez
September 1, 1957 - March 25, 2004
My brother Luis, whom we affectionally called Berto, suffered a brain aneurysm in February of 2002.  The doctors told us it was a massive hemorrhage and that it was a miracle he survived it.  He was in a coma for three days and was not expected to live.  My brother, stubborn as always, had other plans.  He surprised us all and the doctors when he made it through and recovered.  Not only did he recover, about two months later he was walking and talking as if he had never suffered the ordeal he did.  About a month later though, he suffered another one.  He went downhill from there.  My poor brother was bedridden for almost two years.  He suffered a great penance.  Berto had his trials and tribulations in life, but he was a good person.  He didn't lead the most exemplary life and made his share of mistakes, but he was a kind, generous, hard-working person.  If anybody needed a helping hand, he was always there.  The thing that always stands out when I remember my brother is his sense of humor.  He always made us laugh with his jokes and antics.  He always told my father "You're my father, brother, and my friend".  What a treasure he was.  He did give my sisters and me a hard time when we were growing up though.  He would scare our boyfriends away. I guess nobody was good enough for his little sisters.  Berto never married, but he made a wonderful uncle and he would have made a wonderful father.  Berto, we love you and you will always be missed.  God bless and until we're together again.
Our sweet Jose Anibal.  There are no words to describe the type of person he is.  Anibal, as we affectionately called him, was diagnosed with Glioblastoma, the most aggressive brain tumor, in May of 2003.  About two weeks later, he underwent surgery, followed with chemo and radiation.  Then at the end of July, he ended back in the hospital because the tumor was massive again.  While in the hospital, awaiting the second surgery, our brother Berto passed away.  Talk about heartbreaking news; my older sister and I were taking of care of Anibal during his illness and it was up to us to tell him our older brother had passed away.  Of course, he couldn't attend the funeral.  My family lives in Puerto Rico (including our parents), but Anibal valiantly wanted to shield them and spare them the pain of suffering because of him.  After the funeral, mom came to home to New York and of course, she had to know the truth.  Even though we never told Anibal how seriously ill he was, he knew.  In November of 2003, the doctors told us there was nothing more they could do for him and he would be gone before the holidays.  Since it was Anibal's wish to be buried with Berto, I took him home to Puerto Rico.  About three days later, he ended back in the hospital; the doctors told us he wouldn't make it through the night.  Well, God was good and granted us a miracle.  About three days later, Anibal was talking, eating, and was doing very well.  Two weeks later, he was walking and enjoying life again.  I will be eternally grateful that we got to spend one last x-mas with my beloved brother.  He is such a special person; instead of us comforting him, he would comfort us.  He would tell us not to worry about him, that God had a special plan and whatever happened he would be ok.  He is an inspiration to us all and even though he was in terrible pain, he never complained.  He would tell my sister Letty and me "Thank you for being so good to me and thank you for taking care of me."  To us us it was a privilege and a blessing to have Anibal for a brother.  We love you Anibal; we'll miss you as long as we live.
A word of Consolation

If a tiny baby could think, it would be afraid of birth.  To leave the only world it has known would seem a kind of death.  But immediatley after birth the child would find itself in loving arms, showered with affection and cared for at every moment.  Surely the baby would say, "I was foolish to doubt God's Plan for me.  This is a beautiful life."

For the Christian, passing through death is really a birth into a new and better world.  Those who are left behind should not grieve as there were no hope.  Life is changed, not taken away.  Our dear ones live on, in a world beautiful beyond anything we can imagine.  With Jesus and Mary, they await the day when they will welcome us with joy.

"Do not grieve too much," they say to us.  "We are living and are still wtih you."

For those who have been faithful, O Lord, life is not ended; but merely changed; and when this earthly abode dissolves, an eternal dwelling place awaits them in heaven.
Happy first anniversary in heaven, Anibal.  We still miss you terribly and can't get used to the idea that your physical body is no longer with us.  We know you're in a better place with our dear brother Berto and loved ones. 

We love you and a piece of our hearts will always be missing, but we know that your spirit is still here and  will never leave us.