Jorge Villarin

hello Jorgito!  your brothers and I have spoken about you lately and don't know much about you or how you passed away but we know what you died of and we feel awful.  I wish I would have been able to help you !
you are not alone you are not unknown you had a mother you had a father and you had a stepmother that loved you and you had siblings! we just didn't know your whereabouts.  we want to bring you home.  we want to give you a proper burial.  we are Catholic and believe you deserve this we're gonna try to find a way to bring you home to us in Los Angeles we love you brother. You are our  oldest brother and you are not forgotten. 

Jorge arrived to New York from Cuba as a small child.  I wish I would have known where you were.  I wish I would have come for you. I have pictures of us when I was an infant and you were about 9 years old.  My mom would talk about you often.  Describing you as a vivacious boy, full of energy and often times called into the Principals office.  She took the role of a mother, caring for you and loving you.  She said you, in return, we're loving and sweet and couldn't wait to meet me, your  little sister.  Our parents split up and you remained in NY.  I tried looking for you years later  but had no  luck.  I have found you now, although too late. But know you're in my heart and I will always remember you.  You're other half brothers know of you as well.  Although you died alone, no one claimed your body, Know you were loved by my mother, Elena.   She spoke of you often and fondly.  I love you Jorgito.  Rest In Peace my brother.  Finally, rest.