Pabel, Gregory Guerrero Martínez, Pabelo, La Greca, Pabelón...

Mami wanted to name him Pabel, which means small, and humble. At the time, she didn’t know what the name actually meant, but she was madly in love with the protagonist of a radio-novella and she wanted the baby filling her belly and our lives to be called Pabel.

I can’t quite remember why Pabel didn’t make it to my little brother’s birth certificate. In truth, for the longest time, I had no idea that his name was Gregory—after my father. But Pabel has evolved. To me, he has always been Pabelo. 

Then he started going to school, and we all met Gregory: a little boy who tried to kiss little girls ever since he was six-years-old… okay, five. Sometime back, while I was away in the Marine Corps, mi Pabelo became La Greca. That was a sacred name for him and his friends, and I’m thankful that it was theirs alone because I could have never called my little brother “The Percolator” without bursting into laughter.

Pabelo used to be so skinny that he looked sickly. Then puberty smacked him and he became Pabelón (big Pabelo). My little brother was light on his feet. He danced like a maniac, and laughed with the heart of a young man who understood that the world loved him and enjoyed his mirth.  

He was never a saint. Yet, he will always be our angel. My little brother never learned to say no. For this reason, he had enough friends to populate his own country… and got in enough trouble to bring any kingdom down in three days; with a galaxy-sized grin on his face, of course. He loved hard and true.

We used to fight, but I can’t seem to remember why… Pabelo was a lover when he was younger, then he met his great love: Emely. I’m happy that his short years in this world blessed him with a woman who loved him, and a child to keep him alive forever.

This morning, when I realized that I needed a stable place to share information about Pabelo, I thought it would be a blog where I posted the logistics of the upcoming funeral. Then I spent a couple of hours looking at pictures of my brother’s face when he held his wife and his daughter, and at the smile that was Pabelo’s eternal façade… I couldn’t get myself to write plain material about him. He was too bright, too loud, too full of fire and song... I want everybody to remember him like that.

So I will write the things that come to my heart as I think of him. There will be general information about funeral services on the sidebar. But the body of this blog will be used to celebrate my little brother’s life, and to remember what made him Pabelón: still humble, but bigger than life.   

En español

Mami quería nombrarlo Pabel, un nombre que significa pequeño y humilde. Ella no sabía lo que quería decir, pero estaba super enamorado del protagonista de una radio-novela y ella quería que el bebé llenando su vientre y llenando nuestras vidas se llamara Pabel.



No puedo recordar por qué Pabel nunca llegó a formar parte del certificado de nacimiento de mi hermanito. En verdad, durante mucho tiempo, yo no tenía idea de que su nombre era Gregory. Pabel ha evolucionado. Pero para mí, el siempre ha sido Pabelo.

Cuando él empezó a ir a la escuela, todo el mundo conoció a Gregory: un niño que intentó besar a las niñas desde que tenía seis años de edad ... okay, cinco. Algún tiempo atrás, mientras yo estaba sirviendo en la Infantería de Marina, mi Pabelo se convirtió en La Greca. Ese era un nombre sagrado para él y sus amigos, y estoy agradecida por ello, porque yo nunca podría haber llamado a mi hemanito ‘la cafetera’ sin estallar en carcajadas.

Pabelo era tan flaco cuando estaba pequeño, que parecía enfermizo. Después, fue sorprendido por todo el peso de la pubertad y se convirtió en Pabelón. Mi hermanito era libiano en sus pies. Le encantaba bailar como un loco, y reir con el corazón de un joven que entiendia que el mundo lo amaba y disfrutaba su alegría.

Nunca fue un santo. Sin embargo, él siempre será nuestro ángel. Mi hermanito nunca aprendió a decir que no. Por esta razón, tenía suficientes amigos para poblar su propio país… y se metió en suficientes problemas por destruir el mismo reino en tres días… pero siempre con una sonrisa del tamaño de una galaxia. Su forma de amar era fuerte y verdadera.

Solíamos pelear, pero no puedo recordar por qué ... Pabelo era un Don Juan cuando él era más joven, y luego conoció a su gran amor: Emely. Estoy feliz de que lost cortos años que pasó en este mundo fueron bendecidos con la compañia de una mujer que lo amaba, y que le dio una hija que lo mantendrá con vida para siempre.

Esta mañana, cuando me di cuenta de que necesitaba un lugar estable para compartir información sobre Pabelo, pensé que iba a ser un blog donde publicar detalles del funeral. Luego pasé un par de horas mirando fotografías de la cara de mi hermano cuando abrazaba a su esposa y su hija, y en la sonrisa en su cara ... Decidí que Pabelo era demasiado brillante, demasiado fuerte, demasiado lleno de fuego y la canción ... Quiero que todos lo recuerden así. Contento.

Así que voy a escribir las cosas que vienen a mi corazón cuando pienso en él. Habrá información general sobre los servicios funerarios en la barra lateral. Pero el cuerpo de este blog servirá para celebrar la vida de mi hermanito, y para recordar lo que lo hizo Pabelón: siempre humilde, pero más grande que la vida.

22 comments:

  1. holding you in my heart....share it is what helps heal the pain, let it flow sending you love and support...xx

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Pain when shared feels less horrible...

      Delete
  2. Love to you and all who grieve. xoxo

    ReplyDelete
  3. My heart aches for you. Prayers are with you and your family.
    ((hug))

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Hugs and prayer keep the soul going...

      Delete
  4. Blessings on you all, may you travel this painful path with dignity and love in honour of this treasured soul XXX

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. "love in honour of his treasured soul..." that made me smile ;-)

      Delete
  5. Love to you and your family and his friends <3

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you, Bella. We welcome all the love...

      Delete
  6. What a beautiful tribute.. Bless you..

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you. I think it would have embarrassed him silly. But I was his big sister, that's what we do ;-)

      Delete
  7. He sounds like a great guy, sorry for yours and your family's loss.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. He was a charm. One of those guys who can make everybody happy at the same time. I'm still wondering how he did it...

      Delete
  8. Such an angel, his little one! I hope she grows up to have his heart (& your toughness ;)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. She is a happy little girl. Can you see his smile on her face? I second your wish ;-)

      Delete
  9. Bless you and your family during this time of terrible loss.
    Thank you very much for sharing this beautiful picture of your brother, his wife & daughter !!!
    Take very good care !

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. He chose a wonderful woman, didn't he? One who has surprised me in all sorts of ways.

      Delete
  10. It feels good to read your sweet words about Pabel. Nice name and a nice man, with a big smile like yours.His wife and daughter are beautiful.Wishing whole your family be strong and and united.
    Take care Magaly.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. We are getting there, slowly, but we are. I hope that we get to a point where all is about him...

      Delete
  11. Such a great smile on your brother! His little one is adorable! Lots of love Magaly! A very beautiful post!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. It is a blessing to see his smile on her face and his giggles singing out of her belly.

      Delete