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Barela -- Frank R. Barela. September 21, 1951 - July 28, 2002."My Beloved Frankie" A year ago today you left me. There were no warnings, no clues, no explanations or good-byes. Little did I know this day would change my life forever. When you left on your hike that morning, you were so happy. You had a beautiful smile on your face, and your beautiful blue eyes sparkled like marbles. As you were leaving, you said"this time I am going to beat"Delores." This year I am in great shape. Now I feel lucky cause after you left that morning, you came back to give me another hug, kiss and to tell me again how much you loved me. Again, we talked a little longer and teased each other as usual. I hurt so badly, because I didn't know that would be my last"hug and kiss" from you. Not a day goes by that I am not reminded of you. As I walk through our beautiful house it seems like I see you all over. We had so many plans for the future. We wanted to slow down and enjoy life more. You always thanked God for being good to us-despite all the hard work you gave. You were the brain behind your success. Yet, you never forgot where you came from. You deserved everything. The day you died, besides going into shock, I felt like someone reached into my chest and took a piece of my heart out. I just wanted to die myself. You were my husband, father to my children, my lover, and friend. You always knew how much I loved you, since I made sure I reminded you everyday! You had a good heart. You were even good to those who were hurtful and unfaithful to you. You were truly a giver not a taker. I want you to know I will always think of you as an"exceptional wonderful man," never ashamed to show your feelings and love. I feel lucky because I got the best years of your life. Emotionally and mentally you had grown so much since I met you. I miss you more and more each day. I can close my eyes and see you while we were driving-pretending to play the drums on the steering wheel to the beat of an"oldie." You would sing loudly, making gestures, not caring who heard or saw you. You always said,"What you see, is what you get." I know you are happy in heaven with our dear Lord. You and my dad are probably best friends by now. I also know you are happy and feel safe to be with your mom and dad. Till we meet again,"Gracie." I love you. Your Wife, Debbie French Mortuary 10500 Lomas Blvd. NE 275-3500
        Published on: Mon July 28, 2003