My Dearest Brother Joseph:
There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. For a brother is a friend given by nature and to have had a brother like you
was to have experienced a very special gift and there is a special place in my heart for the one I call brother.
I know we were 20+ years apart in age, but that did not take away that you were my brother. I remember when I was 11 years old, one day you were visiting Momma and you had parked your car (the Rambler) in the front lawn, and I asked you jokingly if I could move it, you said, “yeah go ahead” (you probably didn't think I was serious at the time; so I jumped in the car pressed the reverse button and ended up wrecking into Tia Marcelina's fence, boy was I scared, you ran out of the house and yelled “What did you do “Pompideo”? (a nickname you gave me) I said sorry and ran inside crying.
I remember another time you gave me a pickle, (little did I know that you had seasoned it with spices & hot chili) after taking a bite, I had to spit it out, and told you, that was mean, and you just laughed.
In the last couple of years, we became close. We took turns calling one another just to see how everything was going; each time you called you would disguise your voice (saying you were “Jose Alfredo Jimenez”) & sing and I would say "Hola Sr. Jose Alfredo Jimenez" and we'd laugh. We would talk about how the family was doing; you'd ask how my kids were doing, and I'd ask how your family was doing. You would say to tell them hi for you and you would always close by saying, “I love you, tell Big Sam, Clarissa, Lil' Sammy & Super Girl” I love them too, and so does the Bravo clan from Asti St. How I will miss your calls & singing, knowing that I will not hear your voice again my brother saddens me!! We shared memories from the past, talked about our health; on occasion we would visit each other. You would send me cards on different occasions in which I looked forward to receiving because you always knew what to say, providing guidance, wisdom, laughter, spiritual strength and love, you were a talented writer; and I will always cherish those cards.
I thank God that he gave us the opportunity to say our goodbyes. In the end, you told us that you were tired; you wanted to go home with Momma. Well Brother, no more pain, no more suffering in silence, and no more tears for you. For now you are in Heaven, rejoicing with Momma, El Jefe, & Chavelo and probably eating “green Jello”.
Brother, you will live in memory; and never shall the memories of you fade, for you will always be my brother. Rest in peace, I love you Brother!