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Date: 11/03/2024
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FRANCISCO MASSÓ LOSA
IN MEMORIAM

Loyal, idealist and dreamer

First of all, on behalf of my father and the whole family, I want to express from the bottom of my heart the pride I feel for your expressions of love, closeness and affection.

There is a beautiful letter, attributed to St. Augustine of Hippo that says when referring to death:

“If you love me, do not weep. ¡If you only knew the gift of God and what Heaven is! ¡If only you could hear the Angels’ song from where you are, and see me among them! ¡If you could only see before your eyes the eternal fields with their horizons, and the new paths in which I walk! ¡If only you could contemplate for one moment the beauty that I see, beauty before which all others fail and fade!

 

Believe me; when death breaks your chains as it has broken mine and, when, on the day chosen by God, your soul reaches Heaven where I have preceded you, that day you will see me again, but transfigured and happiness, no longer waiting for death, but ever hand in hand with you, walking in the new paths of Light and Life”.

A son probably should not paint a portrait of his deceased father because there are times, when words are not enough to describe what the soul intends to say, nor should nostalgia overcome memories.

2024 will be forever etched in my memory and remembered as the year in which my father, my friend, confidant, advisor and teacher, embarked on a journey which, sooner or later, we will all be called.

Francisco Massó Losa, was born on January 4, 1932 in Villarrobledo (Albacete) and after receiving, as was his wish, the extreme unction “sub conditione” and the apostolic blessing “in articulo mortis”, he died on February 16, 2024, in Madrid, surrounded by his loved ones and in an atmosphere of christian serenity. He was 92 years old.

This strong, big-hearted man, who fought against adversity, with courage and determination, in a life that was not always easy for him, has left us with a deep emptiness only comparable to the gratitude with which we will remember him.

His light went out due to an illness that he faced with strength and courage, true to his character, carrying his optimism, his positivity and his desire to live to the end. My father died in my arms. I was lucky to be by his side until the last moment. To say goodbye to the man who gave me life, to hold his hand and to overflow all my love for him. His last glances were for me.

Days before, he confessed to me that he was not afraid of death and that the only thing that worried him was seeing me suffer. In his farewell, he wanted to give me a last lesson in life and death, and also, of infinite love.

It is hard to say goodbye to him, now that he is not with me. There is no ‘if only’ today and all I have left is his memory and his words, although even in his absence, he is more present than ever.

My father’s death, although unexpected, was somewhat foreseeable. I would have liked to have been able to enjoy his company even more, but that does not mean that I cannot recognize how lucky and fortunate I have been to have had him in my life for so many years. I will miss him more than I can express at this moment. I feel immense pain, but also a deep gratitude for what I have lived.

Every day I long for his comforting voice, the warmth of his hugs and his words of advice and encouragement. His presence was always a beacon of light in my life, filling it with love, wisdom and tenderness, an example of integrity, sacrifice and determination. He will always be my role model, my constant inspiration to be a better person.

I would like to thank him for making me live unique and unforgettable moments. I would like to thank him for his teachings, not expressed in words, nor in simple theory, but in concrete facts, where his courage, effort and struggle were always present, having his family as the essential component of his existence. In presence, in memory, in remembrance, one cannot be understood without the others.

My father perfectly fit the prototype of a self-made man. He could be defined as a great entrepreneur, a tireless worker, with an excellent vision of business and a loyal person. He was an extraordinary man in every way. A man eager for knowledge, a tireless observer, someone who knew how to live with intensity and who taught me by his example to face life, to be independent, to live with the ideals and convictions with which he was raised and everything he developed throughout his life and is now part of a priceless legacy written forever in my genes.

Deep, lucid, brilliant, but without a hint of ostentation or pride. He seemed to want to hide his prodigious talent, his capacity for synthesis, his intuition for the most complex subjects and his extreme rigor.

He was born in the preamble of the spanish civil war, in the bosom of a humble family where, forced by necessity, he started working since childhood.

His spirit of independence, led him to move to Madrid from his hometown when he was only 17 years old, in search of new opportunities and a better future. Wrapped in a natural intelligence, he walked through life applying his vital principles: ethics, rigor, innovation, and promotion of knowledge… his story invites us to dream and shows us that with discipline and perseverance, dreams come true.

His entrepreneurial, innovative, fighting and genuine character encouraged him to combine multiple professions and activities: successful businessman, recognized for being a mentor and architect of the professional rise of some of the legendary artists with the greatest fame and international projection, in the music and film industry, of the history of our country. Emblematic figure, in the universe of fine jewelry, linked to some of the jewelry firms with the greatest legacy and international tradition, where her commendable ability to cultivate frank and lasting relationships, her presence at high society events, her collaboration with influential personalities and his impeccable personal image made him an exceptional ambassador, representing and contributing significantly, for decades, to the success and reputation of some of the most prestigious brands in the world. His strong and charismatic leadership crossed the borders of the business world, consolidating his mark as a social leader of profound influence. His imprint transcends mere participation and hierarchy of the councils and governance structures of the entities to which he advised and was a part and endures in the history of the spanish insurance sector, where he contributed to promoting the foundations for its prosperous development, advocating for a more fair and equitable model, where protection and well-being were available to everyone. He was a tireless worker, with courage and bravery to always take risks.

There are many things I could say about my father. When evoking his personality, in addition to his ideas, initiatives, actions or his story, I must emphasize his condition as a person. The human being is the mold and matrix of ideas and those of us who have been close to him have been fortunate enough to see them palpitate and be born. My father was a magnificent representative, a preeminent jeweler, an outstanding businessman, but above all, he as a great person an exceptional father.

A good man, with a clean heart, pragmatic and quintessential honest. Self-taught, with natural talent and formidable will. Brave, cordial, optimistic and cheerful. He wore an eternal smile. Clean of all vanity.

Life goes on without him, but his legacy lives on in each one of my actions. It is up to me to honour his memory by living a full and meaningful life, following in his footsteps, upholding the important values he taught me such as love of family, honesty, trustworthiness, humility, work and…. to making decisions for myself.

His memory lives on in me indelibly and although he is no longer physically by my side, his wisdom, generosity, empathy and humility will remain forever.

It comforts me to think that my father did not feel the immensity of the dark night he entered, nor the cold walls where he lies. When he died, he stopped feeling, seeing, hearing; until he lives again he will not remember, but when he awakens to life, the faces of his loved ones who accompanied him on that day, the love with which he said goodbye to us, will be reborn with him, because, just as we lived together we also died together, and he will live imperishable in our memory until the day we meet again.

Dad, I hope you hear my words out loud. Thank you above all for giving me life, for allowing me not to be afraid and, at the same time, to be afraid when needed, for making me trust that in spite of adversities there was nothing to worry about. Thank you for always taking care of me, for the endless hugs and kisses, before and after sleeping. Thank you for allowing me to never lack anything, for trusting me, for always showing the love you had for me, for teaching me to take my first steps and to ride a bicycle for the first time, for teaching me that love is the greatest force that exists, for teaching me to face problems with fortitude and to know how to respond to each unforeseen event. Thank you for teaching me to value the material and immaterial, for being the perfect example of effort and sacrifice, for your unconditional support, for your protection, for valuing me, for pampering me to unsuspected limits, for having the best memories a child can have, for helping me to be realistic and to know how to keep my feet on the ground. Thank you for your calls at any time, for playing with me, for scolding me when something I was done wrong, for motivating me when working. Thank you for your conversations, for making me grow as a person, for being grateful with everything and everyone, for teaching me to be who I am, for believing in me, for being an example as a father. Thank you for making me happy, for so much. Thank you for granting me the honor and privilege of being your son.

I will always miss your hand, when I don’t know which way to go.

Thank you Dad. May God bless your noble soul! Rest in peace.

Francisco Massó Mora | Nuestra Señora del Carmen Church, Pozuelo de Alarcón.

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