O MEU CUNHADO DEOCLÉCIO RIBEIRO FALECEU EM PORTO ALEGRE (BRAZIL) SEM ME DAR TEMPO DE O CONHECER

He was a brilliant lawyer. He played around with names and nicknames. He was fun, though as any human being like myself he was not perfect. After being operated to TUMOR in his head, his condition recovering, but he was thin and week. Therefore he was summoned to his room while the doctors never supposed he could cough and the secretion hit his lungs, Suddenly, six days ago, his blessed heart stopped for over fifteen minutes, a few meters away from the hospital corridor where that was located with all defibrillation paraphernalia that could have saved his mighty life, although such a long stop might have turned him in to a vegetal, he refused to be, Once a Cavalier, never a broccoli salad root, as he had requested to asked his NOBLE Family.

DEOCLECIO shines now brightly in the skies among merit quasars and stupid black holes of minor meaning, Like my own Mother who died alone at home - one year ago, discontent with the global evolution and the stupid court robbing her feet and fingers. The huge difference of being called DEOCLECIO, an Abba'trooper, loyal, decent, forever alive and worthwhile DEMOCRAT. DEO had never affair with GUNS a la TRUMP, never shot a rifle in Georgia and or Michigan ' paranoia targetting powder sundance' Schools.

HE NEVER EXPLOITED NATIVE BRAZILIANS AND OR THE NORTHERN FAMINE COUNTRYFELLOWS, unlike my victorian censoring behind Mother who refused to use My DAD' LAST NAME=ALVES DA COSTA.

Close to the OSCAR'S red carpet, my brother in law I never hugged and kissed, DEOCLÉCIO will glitter in his HALL OF FAME (F0R ALL SEASONS).

Borne gaúcho, 75-year-old, mixed-blooded, my lost in combat kindred,
FAREWELL DEO, WE SHALL be MET AGAIN!