Yesterday I was forty-five and my second GCE (see below) was born. Her name is Sophia Alexa and she’s going to change the world.
Yesterday I was forty-three, my first GCE (grandchild equivalent) was born. His name is Christopher Julian and he’s perfect. Holding him with his father next to me allowed my wife to capture a picture of our three generations.
Yesterday I was forty-one. I was diagnosed with a chronic, treatable illness. I treat it like an annoying roommate you eventually learn to live with.
Yesterday I was forty. I celebrated my birthday in Las Vegas with friends and family. We had t-shirts where my name was spelled with the number 40. It was very theatrical, very Vegas and loads of fun. It was one of many times I would use a play on words with my name: Forty Years, Four Decades, Juan Life!
Yesterday I was thirty-six and my niece Hilary
Mary Marie was born. She is smart, funny and witty. Mostly, she is a survivor which is an interesting choice of adjective for someone who is only nine years old.
Yesterday I was thirty. I was met at work with my office decorated in ‘Over-the-Hill’ paraphernalia and a tombstone with my name on it. I was devastated and I had an overwhelming feeling of doom. The feeling lasted a day.
Yesterday I was twenty-nine and it was my favorite year. I celebrated my birthday at my cousin Linda’s wedding.
Yesterday I was twenty-four and I married the love of my life, only I didn’t know she was the love of my life yet.
Yesterday I was twenty-two and I negotiated my first real adult job offer. I thought I was rich because I had never made so much money in my life.
Yesterday I was nineteen and my nephew Christopher was born. My life was changed forever in a way I can’t describe in this small space.
Yesterday I was seventeen and I graduated from High School. Amid tears I said goodbye to friends whom I would never see again (until Facebook came along).
Yesterday I was fourteen and I met the teacher who would make me a writer.
Yesterday I was twelve and I met the person who would become my very first best friend.
Yesterday I was eleven. I wrote my first short story about a boy who could fly.
Yesterday I was nine and my father died.
Yesterday I was five. I was running around Charles Street with my cousins Roger & Barbara and my sister, Anna – playing ‘hide and go seek’ at night, going to Palisade Avenue to Doc’s store to get an ice cream cone with chocolate sprinkles, going to the Food Fair with my mother to buy groceries, buying a bag of cherries in the summer from the fruit store or walking to Saints (my grammar school) for the first time.
Yesterday I was three. I was treated for having a lazy eye at the Pediatric Association in Englewood, New Jersey.
Yesterday I was fifteen days old and my family and I left Cuba via the Port of Camarioca.
Yesterday I was born and I met my mother for the first time.