Today my brother would have been 71. He left us 3 days before his 60th birthday. Here’s a glimpse of my big brother.
When I was growing up I was exposed to a wide variety of music at home. As far back as I can remember, my parents played records of music in Spanish and listened to Spanish language radio. I learned to dance by putting my feet on top of my dad’s feet and having him move us to Mexican mariachi music and rancheras and later, to Tex-Mex.
As my brothers, who were all older than me, grew into their teen years in the 60’s, I grew to love their music. I can still sing every word of every Sonny and Cher song and I still blast the Beach Boys from the radio in the car and at home. Then came the music question of the 60’s: RollingStones or Beatles?
Our house was split. Richard, the middle brother was strictly a RollingStones kind of guy. Carlos, the oldest, was a…
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I am so touched by your brother’s tribute. I lost my sister last year and have difficulty putting it into words as you have here. It’s just wonderful how you tie in the music that you love. I hope writing about him has helped you in your grief.
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