Young Alberto Paz

Alberto and I met when we no longer young. We were not old yet, more middle aged. When we met our romance was a whirlwind. We met in July and I was his by October, giving up my life in New York to move to California to start our life together. Many people were shocked at the speed of it. At that time Alberto and I told each other and them that we were not spring chickens and that if we had twenty years left to love each other and dance together we would be lucky. We made it to 18 years.

We never knew each other in the bloom and perfection of youth. Sure when we met, he thought I was beautiful and sexy and wonderful, and I thought he was handsome and sexy and marvelous. And the tango made us feel like young lovers. It felt this way every time we danced together.

I am gathering photos with his children for the slide show to be presented at the funeral. His son sent me the one I am sharing with you. It's a young Alberto, a young father with his two young children, along with Alberto's parents. I met his mother once in Buenos Aires, his father had passed away before I knew Alberto (and his mother is now gone too), and of course I know his children now. They are 40-ish now, the age I was when I met and fell in love with their dad.

This photo is remarkable, because this is how I always saw Alberto, even though I did not know him when he was young. He was and is my beautiful Tangoman.

The funeral for Alberto Paz will be held Saturday, February 15 at Schoen, 3827 Canal Street in New Orleans at 11 AM. Repast at our home afterwards. Please in lieu of flowers make a contribution to Paypal fund at boutique@planet-tango.com to help with funeral expenses. Thank you.