Alberto Fernández
20 de octubre de 1950 – 25 de junio de 2026
«Alberto creía que la mejor manera de decirle a alguien que lo amabas era simplemente estar presente.»
Alberto Fernández fue un padre, abuelo, hermano, tío y amigo ejemplar cuya vida estuvo marcada por el amor silencioso, la integridad y un corazón dispuesto a servir. Su mayor alegría era cuidar de quienes amaba, y su legado permanece vivo en todos los que tuvieron el privilegio de conocerlo.
Nació el 20 de octubre de 1950 en Lima, Perú, y pasó gran parte de su niñez en Chimbote. Fue el cuarto de ocho hermanos y creció rodeado de su familia y amigos del barrio. A pocos pasos de la iglesia del Señor de los Milagros aprendió el valor de la familia, la perseverancia y el trabajo. Desde joven ayudó a su padre en la sastrería familiar, donde desarrolló la creatividad, la disciplina y el deseo de servir. Para sus hermanos fue siempre "Tito" y para muchos amigos del barrio, "El Chino".

El 15 de noviembre de 1975 contrajo matrimonio con Lucy y juntos formaron la familia que sería el centro de su vida. Aunque más adelante tomaron caminos distintos, conservaron una amistad basada en el respeto y permanecieron unidos en el propósito de criar a Larry y Connie rodeados de amor, estabilidad y unión familiar.

A los 42 años emigró a los Estados Unidos buscando un mejor futuro para su familia. Con humildad, perseverancia y trabajo honesto construyó una nueva vida en el sur de la Florida.
Quienes conocieron a Alberto siempre recordarán su sonrisa amable, su espíritu tranquilo, su buen humor y su profunda integridad. Creía firmemente en hacer lo correcto, aun cuando fuera el camino más difícil. Nunca buscó atajos ni comprometió sus valores. Disfrutaba reparar lo que estaba dañado, construir, restaurar muebles, crear con sus manos y ayudar a quien lo necesitara.

Sus nietos—Jade, Jael, Emberly, Caleb y Rachel—fueron una de las mayores alegrías de su vida. Como Papa Berto y Papa Beto disfrutaba prepararles el desayuno y sus comidas favoritas solo para ver sus sonrisas. Atesoraba los domingos en familia, el café con Larry, las vacaciones, la Navidad y cualquier momento que reuniera a toda la familia. Para Alberto, amar era estar presente.

Llevaba al Perú en el corazón. Disfrutaba del ceviche, la salsa y la bachata, especialmente La Sonora Matancera y El Gran Combo; del fútbol, el café negro con azúcar, la playa, la jardinería y soñaba con volver a pescar en Chimbote. Ayudaba discretamente a quienes lo necesitaban sin esperar nada a cambio.
Uno de los mayores regalos que dejó a sus hijos fue acercarlos a la Palabra de Dios. Durante los apagones en Perú les leía historias bíblicas a la luz de una vela y les enseñaba a amarse y permanecer unidos. Durante su última enfermedad entregó su vida a Jesucristo como su Salvador, dejando a su familia la esperanza firme de la vida eterna.

Alberto deja con profundo amor a sus hijos Larry Fernández y Connie Gordon; a sus amados nietos Jade, Jael, Emberly, Caleb y Rachel; a sus hermanos; familiares en Perú, Argentina y Estados Unidos; y muchos amigos.

Su familia lo recordará no solo por lo que hizo, sino por la manera en que vivió: con amor en acción, integridad sin compromiso y un corazón dedicado a servir.

Alberto no solo hablaba del amor; lo vivía cada día. Aunque hoy lloramos su partida, descansamos en la promesa de la vida eterna en Jesucristo y esperamos el día en que volveremos a reunirnos con él.


Alberto Fernandez
October 20, 1950 – June 25, 2026
"Alberto believed that the best way to tell someone you loved them was simply to show up."
Alberto Fernandez was a devoted father, grandfather, brother, uncle, and friend whose life was defined not by recognition or possessions, but by quiet acts of love, unwavering integrity, and a servant's heart. His greatest joy was caring for those he loved, and his legacy lives on through the countless lives he touched.
Born on October 20, 1950, in Lima, Peru, Alberto spent much of his childhood in Chimbote. The fourth of eight siblings, he grew up surrounded by family, neighborhood friends, and the simple joys of childhood. Living just a few houses from Señor de los Milagros Church, he learned the value of family, perseverance, and hard work. As a young man, he worked beside his father and siblings in the family tailor shop, where he developed the creativity, discipline, and willingness to help others that shaped the rest of his life. To his siblings he was "Tito," and to many childhood friends, "El Chino."

On November 15, 1975, Alberto married Lucy, and together they built the family that became the center of his life. Although their marriage later ended, their friendship and mutual respect endured. They remained united in raising Larry and Connie with love, stability, and an unwavering commitment to family.
At 42, Alberto immigrated to the United States seeking greater opportunities for his family. Despite the challenges of a new language and starting over, he quietly built a life in South Florida through humility, perseverance, and honest work.

Those who knew Alberto remember his warm smile, gentle spirit, quiet humor, and dependable character. He believed the right path was always worth taking, even when it was the harder one. He never sought shortcuts or compromised his values. Whether repairing something around the house, building planter boxes, restoring furniture, creating toys from everyday materials, or tending the yard, Alberto found joy in serving others with his hands.

His grandchildren—Jade, Jael, Emberly, Caleb, and Rachel—were among the greatest joys of his life. Known lovingly as Papa Berto and Papa Beto, he delighted in preparing breakfast and favorite meals simply to see their smiles. He treasured Sunday mornings with Larry, coffee after school drop-offs, family vacations, Christmas celebrations, documentaries, action movies, and every opportunity to have everyone together. For Alberto, love was never complicated—it was showing up.

He carried Peru in his heart. He loved ceviche, salsa and bachata—especially La Sonora Matancera and El Gran Combo—soccer, black coffee with sugar, the beach, gardening, and dreamed of fishing again in Chimbote. Quietly generous, he often gave to those in need without expecting anything in return.
One of Alberto's greatest gifts to his children was introducing them to God's Word. During blackouts in Peru, he gathered the family by candlelight to read Bible stories, teaching them to love one another and remain united. During his final illness, Alberto placed his trust in Jesus Christ as his Savior, leaving his family the enduring hope of eternal life.

Alberto is lovingly remembered by his children, Larry Fernandez and Connie Gordon; his cherished grandchildren, Jade, Jael, Emberly, Caleb, and Rachel; his brothers and sisters; extended family throughout Peru, Argentina, and the United States; and many dear friends.

His family will remember him not simply for what he did, but for the way he lived—with love in action, integrity without compromise, and a heart that faithfully served others.

Alberto didn't just speak about love—he lived it every single day. Though we grieve his absence, we rejoice in the promise of eternal life through Jesus Christ and look forward to the day we will be reunited with him.