Anthony Louis Martinez - September 20th, 1938, Cienfuegos, LV Cuba - November 30th, 2016, Winston Salem, NC USA
I cannot even remember a time before my brothers were born... one of my first memories is going from one crib to the other where these two little babies were sleeping, while saying "my baby"..."my baby" as I ran back and forth between cribs. I was 15 months old and took the job of big sister seriously.
They were called Anthony and Thomas, after our two grandfathers, and called Tony and Tomy...yes, with only one m but pronounced the same as the 2 m version.
Growing up with twin brothers was both a thrill and miserable. A thrill when they let me join them in their games and adventures and miserable when they didn't need any outside interference...except, in the early years I did come in handy, as I was the only one who could serve as their interpreter when they decided to make up their own language instead of picking up Spanish (our first language by place of birth) or English (our mom's mother tongue and spoken by both our parents)...so I did have my uses...sometimes.
I left Hilo on the afternoon on Tuesday, November 29th, arriving in NC on the morning of Wednesday the 30th, joining my brother Tomy who lives there and our younger sister Sandra who had arrived a couple of days before.
That same night, at 11:40 pm, surrounded by his children, his siblings and several other family members, we bid a farewell to our brother Tony.
Tony was a gentle soul, same as his brother Tomy...neither will kill a bug or a mouse, trapping them and setting them outside instead...It was not unusual for them to bring home stray dogs and hungry men off the street for my mother to feed...
It is still hard to not think of one without thinking of the other,,, Although they were not identical twins, many family members and friends had a hard time telling them apart...yes, including girlfriends!
Siblings are our first friends...and I am very lucky and blessed to have the best!