Our father, Manuel Antonio Juarez, passed away a year ago today, on April 29, 2021. He is survived by his wife, two daughters, a son, and seven grandchildren. He is truly missed.

He tried so hard to keep himself safe during the pandemic. But, he still went grocery shopping on his routine days.

Manuel Juarez survived many physical traumas, but he couldn’t survive the negative effects of COVID.

“Our dad is a warrior. He is now our brightest star in the sky and he will continue to shine bright in our hearts.”

We Love you, always,
Your daughters,
Lorena and Nora

Poem: Still Here

I woke up this morning and you were gone again.
I went for a walk, and you were still gone.
I drove away, and you were more gone.

You keep getting gone again and again.
Gone and gone again and again and again.
Do you ever stop being gone?

I laughed with friends and right in the middle of our laughter
You showed up and you were gone again.

It never stops. It never goes away.
You just keep going and going here.
So much gone.

“Your brother’s heart stopped. He’s gone.”
But it keeps stopping . . . not every day,
Sometimes when I least expect it.
When I’m doing the laundry or making dinner
Or in the middle of a conversation
Your heart stops again and again.

Your goneness never fades away or disappears.
It is my constant companion —
Sitting next to me on the edge of the bed.

My brother Joe relished his title of “uncle”.
He wore it like a crown.
It brought no power, no property, no money.
Only the pure and gentle love of a little girl.
He often referred to himself as Uncle Joe.
When he telephoned, he would say “Hi guys. It’s Uncle Joe calling to see how you are.”
“Uncle Joe is coming to visit next weekend.”
“Would you like to go to a museum in the city with Uncle Joe?”

Uncle Joe and Joanne were like two peas in a pod.
They were best friends from the start.
The first time they met was a few weeks after I returned from China.
Joe took the bus from New York to visit us.
I was sitting outside on the front lawn with Joanne and Lucky, my dog.
When Joe came walking up the front sidewalk,
he looked at Joanne and said, “She’s a doll”.
It was the beginning of the “mutual admiration society.”

Like the twin stars, Pollux and Castor, they were drawn to each other
with a constant and steady pull.
Their shared orbits witnessed numerous events in their lives …
birthdays, holidays, vacations, swim parties and dance recitals.
They read books together and they built doll houses together.
They attended Broadway shows together.
They visited art museums together.
Uncle Joe was present at Joanne’s Baptism, her First Communion, and her Confirmation.
He was going to walk her down the aisle when she married.

Joanne brought an abundance of light to Joe’s life.
She managed to push all his dark clouds away with her two tiny hands,
her sweet little kisses, her precious hugs, and her delicious giggles.
And Joe brought so much light to Joanne’s life.
He was her uncle, her playmate, her companion, her best friend.
She squealed with delight when Uncle Joe came to visit.
She watched for him by her bedroom window.
When she saw him walking down the driveway, she would scream,
“Uncle Joe’s here!” and run to greet him at the front door.

Their shared light cast a glow on the other.
They beamed so brightly in each other’s presence.
Uncle Joe will always be a part of Joanne’s star
and Joanne will always be a part of Joe’s.
These two stars whose orbits intersected with one another
will never drift apart.
Their light will shine on the other forever.
Their pull toward each other will never end.

My brother was an architect. As part of his professional development, he attended conferences. On one occasion, there was a drawing at a conference. The attendees put their business cards in a glass bowl and the card that was picked would win a weekend in the city, including a stay at the Waldorf Astoria, dinner for two and tickets to a Broadway show. My brother’s business card was selected, and, instead of using it for himself, he gave the winning ticket to me. He said, he wanted to thank me for taking care of our mother before she passed away. The Waldorf Astoria was breathtaking! The dark, oak wood in the lobby and the oriental rugs were stunning. I couldn’t help but think about all the famous people who had stayed there. Joe and I went to dinner together and afterwards attended a showing of the Broadway play, “Showboat”. It was a memorable weekend spent with my brother and I remember tenderly his kindness and his generosity.

I often told my brother how I loved the opera and would be thrilled to go to The Metropolitan Opera House in the city. He agreed to go with me. We had dinner at an Italian restaurant. I expected a traditional Italian meal, but my brother had other ideas in mind. When I ordered ravioli, I received a plate of black ravioli. My brother told me the ravioli were made from octopus! I hate to think what the filling was made of. Trying to be polite, I did my best to finish my meal. Joe was filled with mischievous giggles throughout, telling me how this was a trendy restaurant. We took a cab to Lincoln Center. Joe knew my suburbanite’s fears of Manhattan, and he never made me take the subway. “Madame Butterfly” was wonderful. We left just before the end. Joe wanted to get me home early. On our way outside, someone was looking for tickets. I tried to give my ticket to him, but Joe rushed me away telling me not to talk to strangers! I remember fondly my brother’s kindness, his wicked sense of humor and his protectiveness.

During the 1980s, I met Joe and his wife, Cheryl in the city several times. One time, I took the train from Ridgewood to the station in the World Trade Center. I was expecting to find a typical train station. I was completely surprised by what I was found when I arrived. It was like a huge shopping mall underground. There were shops, businesses, kiosks, and numerous escalators. On my visit, Joe took me upstairs and inside the lobby of the World Trade Center. The building seemed dull and boring to me. Joe explained the simplicity and complexity of the design of the windows. On September 11, 2001, that train station was one of my first thoughts. I thought about all the people in the station stopping to get a newspaper or a cup of coffee that morning on their way to work. The shop keepers opening their stores for the day’s business, checking their inventory in back rooms, vendors making their deliveries completely unaware of the events above ground.

When my daughter, Joanne came along, we continued to visit Joe in the city. Her first visit to a museum was The Metropolitan Museum of Art. Joe accompanied us on this trip. He met a friend there named Mariska. She was Joe’s friend, Selim’s girlfriend. They were happy to see one another. He kissed her gently on the cheek and introduced me and Joanne to her. She told us she had heard so much about us from Joe. I thought to myself, how wonderful it was to have a friend like Joe. Joanne’s first Broadway show was “Beauty and the Beast” and Joe attended the play with us. We had lunch together prior to the play. When we arrived at the theatre and found our seats, Joe left and got Joanne a booster seat so she would have a better view of the stage. He joined us on our visits to The Bronx Zoo, the Museum of Modern Art, and the Haydn Planetarium. Now that he is gone, I am so grateful that we made all those memories of my brother Joe with my daughter Joanne.

Luis had the BIGGEST HEART that anyone could have! He always did everything he could to help and be there for everyone in his life. He was so STRONG and fought through adversities while never giving up. His nephews looked up to him and he was always there to support and love them!

For the last 8 years, Luis made my life perfect by choosing to be with me. He is my partner in life and no one means more to me in this world than he does. I miss him and think about him every single moment of every day. I love him with all my heart.