We were having lunch in Sag Harbor. On the way home as we walked past Main Street, you just had to see the American Hotel. So you took off up the street. I followed and caught up with you. We approached the hotel and in you went, had yourself a look around, spoke with the manager, and left with a satisfied smile on your face.

A simple story, but so revealing. It sticks in my vividly and i can visualize it clearly.

Miss you so much!

Rosalie

I have a lot of memories of my big brother, like the hour-long conversations over the phone, talking about life, relationships, movies, even pets; singing in the kitchen; dancing in the middle of the street; the willing to teach and show me things (and there was a lot to learn from him!); even the respectfully way to point out that I was making a mistake or that I was simply wrong.

A lot of memories that I will cherish forever… like the very first memory I have as a toddler or the last time I saw him.

The first: myself crawling to the door and staring at a teenager, a pretty muddy Juan Carlos being lectured by dad, after a rainy adventure across the mountain.

One year ago of the last memory and today I celebrate his life. I am grateful for the experiences we share, for the opportunity to be next to this great man that I admire so much, who knows everything and does anything, but at the same time is a little kid that loves toys and ice cream.

This is how I remember my brother: inquisitive, always looking for new ways, open, smart, loving, capable of laughing about anything even himself, and definitely happy.

I like to think that his spirit is out there somewhere, and this phrase come to mind:

       True pilots never die, they just get new wings 

Disculpa que no te habia escrito antes, pero no tenia el valor da hacerlo. Hoy te escribo para desearte Feliz Cumpleanos y para que sepas que todos los dias pienso en ti ya que estaba acostumbrado a que hablaramos por telefono cada vez que queriamos y es dificil no poder hacerlo.

Te quiero mucho mi pana!!