I don’t have social media but I wrote something and felt like sharing it somewhere. Figured I’d share here. I might be away for a few days so this can give reason as to why.
My little brother Pablo was born with an extra chromosome. Doctors didn’t give him more than a year. But my brother fought through and lived on.
He grew up unable to walk, unable to speak, unable to have any semblance of being normal. Despite this, me and my family treated him like he was normal. We embraced him and showered him with love from the start. And he’d hug us so hard with his bony hands that we’d have to gasp for air sometimes lol.
He used to have so much rage growing up. Cried so much he did. Sometimes for hours. Sometimes I would silently cry along with him because he couldn’t be like us. I could see it in his eyes he wanted to talk like us, wanted to walk like us. He’d make noises to try to express his feelings. He’d crawl everywhere to get around and would sometimes force himself to try to stand up. His laundry list of health complications made it difficult to just exist here.
But beyond the pain of feeling limited in his body, he would smile and laugh with us. He would share many beautiful moments with the family. He even made friends in his special needs school.
He had his own interests like shifting through magazines and picture books. He loved watching spongebob. He liked watching baseball with my dad. He liked listening to bachata and reggaeton, especially at family parties. He liked playfighting. Loved pulling pranks by causing messes. He loved being with his sister while she sang songs. He found it hilarious when my mom put on hair wrap. He liked watching me play video games. He even loved sitting in my room and watching videos of people walking around the world.
He was a person like you and me. Despite his physical limitations, he made the most of his life. And we made the most of his by being at his side.
My little brother passed away this morning and although I am filled with sadness, I am also happy for him. I celebrate his journey. It was a tough one full of adversity but he pushed through and blessed us with 22 years. So many beautiful moments to cherish for the rest of our lives. And for him, so many beautiful moments from people who unconditionally loved him til the day he passed.
And now… his soul is free from the limitations of his body, free to do god knows what. But I know he’s free. I know he’ll blossom elsewhere.
Pablo, thank you for opening my heart and teaching me compassion. I will never forget you and you will always be a part of my heart.
Adios little bro.
, beautiful soul he is 
