Birth date: Oct 16, 1931 Death date: Oct 27, 2024
Urbano Acosta, 93, of Tampa, FL passed away peacefully surrounded by family on 10/27/24. Originally from Havana, Cuba, he lived in Tampa for the last 72 years. He was born to Urbano and Aurora Acosta, who preceded him in death. U Read Obituary
I met Urbano while working at Peoples Bank through his wife Annabelle. He was a very nice man. My condolences to Annabelle and family.
I am very sorry for the passing of my brother in law Urbano. He was a warm and wonderful man. I will miss his infectious laugh. I will always be thankful for him accepting me into his family, Rest in peace Urbano.
John Marrone
I met Urbano while working with Annabelle at Peoples Bank in the late sixties, and have always known Urbano to be kind, polite, courteous, and always with a smile on his face! We always kidded that we were cousins because my maiden name was Acosta.
My deepest sympathy to his family and friends
Velma-Jean Kato
I’m very sorry of the passing of Urbano who I know and worked together for 33 years a hard working man and always telling jokes and laughing. I am going to miss you my friend I know that you are in heaven now looking over for your family. Rest in peace my friend.
My brother-in-law for 64 years, Urbano, passed away at 93 years old. He was robbed of his memory with dementia for the past several years, but it wasn’t until a few months ago that he really started to decline. Urbano escaped from communist Cuba when he was merely a teen to come to America. He worked in a cigar factory in Ybor City Florida He met my 19 year old sister through mutual friends and they were married within 6 months. They just celebrated 64 years of marriage this past June. He was proud to have started a job at Reynolds’s Aluminum and he provided a good life for my sister and their 2 sons in Tampa. Urbano was a father figure to me as my own was absent from my life. He nicknamed me “Biskwee” and always called me by that name until his decline. He was always cracking jokes, telling stories about his horses in Cuba and about working in the sugar cane fields there as a boy. I must have heard about the scar on his leg from his machete a million times! He was an instant friend to anyone he met. Oh, and how he loved playing dominoes. My memories of the time I spent with Urbano, my sister and my nephews, even though we lived 1,000 miles apart, are too many to write here. What I will remember is the love that he and my sister shared all these years, their beautiful marriage, the love for his sons and their spouses, grandchildren, his new great-grandson and me, my kids, my husband and my extended family. One of my fondest memory of Urbano , is when he saw snow. He always wanted to see snow and he got his wish on a January 2015 visit to NJ to meet his new great-niece, Makenzie. My heart aches for my sister and our family. Rest In Peace, Urbano. Heaven gained another Angel. I’ll forever be your Biskwee 💔
