Gustavo A. Frias

Nació el 27 de Marzo del 1976, en Santo Domingo, República Dominicana, y murió, con tan solo 48 años de edad, el 11 de Junio del 2024, en la ciudad de Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

A Gustavo le fascinaba ser el hijo de Amaury; él era su “moñiñingui”, ella era su reina y la llamaba la verdadera jefa, la matrona, “gorda”, “mami”. 

Era orgullosamente Dominicano, extremadamente leal, amaba a su familia y amigos con la pasión de los dioses Griegos y Gazcue era su Olimpo. 

En Gazcue conoció los amigos de toda la vida. En el Loyola encontró su segunda camada de leales. 

Gustavo era un amante de la vida y la consumió a una velocidad tan rápida que solo Dios sabía por qué. Tenía que ser y hacer todo ahora porque el mañana no existía.

Sí, él era de pasiones fuertes porque quería solucionarlo todo ya.

Su porte de Hércules, su voz de rayo en tormenta escudaban su nobleza y ternura. 

Gustavo, te fuiste al universo con las alas firmes de los ángeles. Hubiéramos querido que esas alas fueran de cera como las alas de Ícaro para que se derritieran al acercarse al sol y volvieras a la tierra con los tuyos, pero no fue así, seguiste para ser el primero de los hijos de Amaury en el cielo. 

Tu legado de amor es inmenso entre tu familia y tus amigos porque nos has dejado un ejemplo de lealtad y generosidad que nos da la certeza de que has visto la cara de Dios. 

El milagro de amor y unión se cumplieron con tu madurez y tu devoción a tu familia. 

Gustavo querido, seguiremos tu filosofía de vida que llevaremos como mandamientos:

1ro. Amar la vida. Decías que la vida es bonita solo tienes que adaptarte. 

2do. Lucha diferente para conseguir algo que no has tenido, haz algo que nunca has hecho. 

3ro. Aprecia a la gente. El dinero va y viene, la persona es más importante. 

Y nosotros agregamos tu 4to. mandamiento:

Vive para darle todo a tu Madre. Ella, quien fue tu norte y tú, que siempre serás su “moñiñingui”, su chichí, su niño más chiquito. 

Papá Dios, te entregamos a Gustavito, hijo, hermano, tío, padrino y amigo querido. 

Descansa en paz hermano amado, vuela alto y no te detengas. 

Duerme como Rey, Gustavo Alberto, te amamos. 

Gustavo Alberto Frías known among his friends as “La Cherna”, “La Chernita”

He was born on March 27, 1976 in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic and died, at just 48 years of age, on June 11, 2024 in the city of Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

Gustavo loved being Amaury's son, he was her “moñiñingui”, she was his queen and he called her the real boss, the matron, “gorda”, mami.

He was proudly Dominican, extremely loyal, he loved his family and friends with the passion of the Greek gods and Gazcue was his Olympus.

In Gazcue he met his lifelong friends. At Loyola he found his second crop of loyalists.

Gustavo was a lover of life and consumed it at such rapid pace that only God knew why. He had to be and do everything now because tomorrow did not exist.

Yes, he had strong passions because he wanted to solve everything now.

His Herculean bearing, his voice like lightning in a storm shielded his nobility and tenderness.

Gustavo, you went into the universe with the firm wings of angels. We would have liked those wings to be made of wax like Icarus’ wings so that they would melt when approaching the sun and you would return to earth with your loved ones, but that was not the case, you continued to be the first of Amaury's children to get to heaven.

Your legacy of love is immense among your family and friends because you have left us an example of loyalty and generosity that gives us the certainty that you have seen the face of God.

The miracle of love and union were fulfilled with your maturity and your devotion to your family.

Dear Gustavo, we will follow your philosophy of life that we will carry as commandments:

1st. Love life. You said that life is beautiful you just have to adapt.

2nd. Fight differently to get something you haven't had, do something you've never done.

3rd. Appreciate people. Money comes and goes, the person is more important.

And we add your 4th. commandment: Live to give everything to your Mother. She, who was your north and you, who always will be, her “moñiñingui”, her baby, her youngest child.

Father God, we give you Gustavito, son, brother, uncle, godfather and dear friend.

Rest in peace beloved brother, fly high and don't stop.

Sleep like a King Gustavo Alberto, we love you.