Barry Peele, a longtime friend and real estate agent who passed away at the age of 61, was honored by Olivia Culpo.
The Griselda actress created a charming Instagram slideshow featuring images of the couple taken over the years.
She captioned the photo, writing, “@barrypeele [heart]U, my life will never be the same without you.”
Barry’s cause of death is still unknown.
Supporters of 51-year-old Sofia have been expressing their condolences for the real estate agent in comments.
online after his passing.
Christian stated, “It makes me very sad to tell you that our dear friend and colleague Barry Peele has passed away suddenly.”
“Barry was a devoted and knowledgeable representative of the company for an extended period. He will be known as a wonderful individual who loved to spend time with his closest friends—many of whom were also his clients—and who lived life to the fullest.
“A lot of you have worked directly beside him. He will undoubtedly be missed. Gary, I hope you’re at peace.
Barry initially gained notoriety in the real estate industry, but he was also a producer.
He worked on the film Rize (2005), which took home the Golden Kinnaree Award for Best Documentary.
In addition, he contributed to the 2008 film I Am Because We Are.
I arrived home to find the bathroom door destroyed — after discovering what had happened, I decided to file for divorce
Going on a trip with my sister was supposed to be a refreshing break before returning to my small family of three. But coming back turned into a nightmare. My husband of nine years betrayed me and our daughter in a way I couldn’t forgive, causing us to leave.
When I left for a quick two-day trip, I was content, imagining my husband, John, bonding with our daughter, Lila. But Sunday night, as I walked in the door, I was greeted by shredded wood, a broken bathroom door, and a strange tension between John and Lila.
John claimed he had to break the door when he got stuck, but his story felt off. Later, our neighbor Dave revealed the truth: Lila, scared by strange noises from the bathroom, ran to Dave for help. Rushing over, he found John inside with another woman, both screaming for him to leave.
My blood turned cold. Another woman, in our home, with our daughter in the next room? My anger boiled over. When I confronted John, he feebly insisted she was “just a friend.” I was done. That night, I packed and told him Lila and I were leaving in the morning.
The next day, we moved out. I left John with a broken home and a shattered marriage. Now, in a temporary apartment, I watch Lila smile again, knowing I made the right choice. Our family might be smaller, but at least we’re free from deceit.
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