My brother Santiago is remembered by many. He was loved and cherished by his wife and children and is still missed by his extended family and close friends.
Growing up I always looked up to him. There are many memories, but today on the anniversary of his passing I will share this one:
It was the first day I joined the family at the breakfast table as I recovered from the measles. Suddenly I had a strange and unknown feeling in my stomach. Thinking a glass of water would help, I got up and walked towards the refrigerator. As I opened the door I began to faint. Before I hit the floor Santiago’s arms caught me and he carried me and put me down on my bed as the whole family followed. When I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was his concerned and loving face, the face I miss and hope to see when we meet again.
Chichí, I love you!