It’s hard to believe that nineteen years have passed since my brother Wichy died. It seems like the years have gone so fast but at the same time it feels like it happened such a long time ago.
My mother once told me that her brother (Tio Carlos) used to say that the advantage of dying too soon is that people would always remember you the way you looked at a young age. This may be so, but I remember Wichy at every age while we were growing up and only wish that he and Santiago could have grown old with Lolita and me and shared our golden years.
Rest in peace my dear brother.