As a child, sometimes people would ask me how many brothers and sisters I had and I was always proud to say “I have 4 brothers and one sister”. The usual response would be “Wow”. Its nice to be a part of something bigger than you. Two of my brothers grew up here in the states, and the other two in Puerto Rico. Many miles separate us but we have always kept each other in our thoughts and prayers. Our visits were few but meaningful.
What I miss the most? His smile
Last year, around this time, I received terrible news. One of my brothers in Puerto Rico was killed. He was only 27 years old. I miss him but what hurts the most is that he was not able to live to see his daughters grow up. I can’t even imagine the pain my father feels, as it is his son who died, mi hermano.
Today, I remember him as a very handsome, loving, sweet, funny, and affectionate young man No one deserves to die the way he did. I believe I will see him once again.
R.I.P. Joseph :'(