Birth date: Jan 9, 1938 Death date: Aug 1, 2025
Francisco Julian Cuesta, 87, of Miami, Florida, passed away peacefully on August 1, 2025, surrounded by his family. Born on January 9, 1938, in Havana, Cuba, Francisco was the youngest of seven children to Genoveva and Fausto Edu Read Obituary
Para todo y para todos fuistes un ser de luz, de paz y concordia, Bob Marley dijo "Hay gente tratando de hacer este mundo peor y no se toman ni un día libre. ¿Cómo podría tomarlo yo? ¡Hay que iluminar la oscuridad!" y así fuiste tú, un ser que iluminó la vida, a todos, ve padrecito, hasta que nos volvamos a encontrar 🩵🪽
Sending you my deepest sympathy and love, please accept my sincere condolences 🙏🏻
Francisco was truly one of a kind person. I only got to meet him a couple times and he was so welcoming, funny, kind, and always full of life. He could light up a room with a joke or a story. I hope the memories bring you comfort and even a few smiles during this tough time. Sending you love and strength.
— love Maddie
Hoy el cielo recibe a un hombre excepcional: mi tío, un ser humano noble, lleno de bondad, alegría y conviccion en sus ideales y su entregas. Fue más que un tío, fue un amigo, un consejero, un ejemplo de hombre para mi vida. Siempre tenía una palabra justa, una sonrisa cálida, y aunque su humor siempre fue inconfundible y peculiar, sus brazos abiertos para dar apoyo a quien lo necesitara y su justicia sin filtros fueron para mi un ejemplo. Nunca tuvo escusas para dar proteccion, nunca fue "argolla".
Su vida fue una lección de humildad, trabajo y amor. Dejó huellas imborrables en cada persona que tuvo la dicha de conocerlo. Lo recordaremos por sus historias, sus carcajadas, su fuerza, y ese espíritu generoso que siempre lo distinguió.
Me siento profundamente orgullosa de haber sido parte de su vida. Su recuerdo vivirá en nuestros corazones, y su legado seguirá guiando nuestros pasos.
Descansa en paz, tío Paco querido. Te amaremos siempre.
ne of my favorite memories of Francisco wasn’t tied to a single moment, but to the sound of his laughter. When he laughed—really laughed—it was as if he let go of everything else and became fully present. You could feel it in the room. He had a way of lighting up any space, and I often found myself going out of my way just to make him laugh. It was always worth it.
Francisco was full of life—genuine, open-hearted, and joyful. The love he had for his wife was something beyond words—something eternal. You could see it in the way he looked at her, spoke to her, and stood beside her. It was unwavering. And when he spoke of his children, it was always with deep affection. He’d share stories filled with small, specific details—moments that others might overlook, but that he held onto with pride and tenderness. In every word, his love for them poured out.
His laughter still echoes in my mind, his love still surrounds us, and his spirit lives on in every story, every smile, every quiet moment. Francisco will forever be a part of me.
Siempre en mi corazón, mi abuelito melón. love you
