My brother, Jesus Eduardo Sevilla, was 56 when he died last year in Fresno, Calif., after battling a degenerative neurological disorder for four years. He was uninsured because of his undocumented status.
Jesus was a father of five, a grandfather of nine and my baby brother. He embraced life. He made everyone laugh, including the doctors and nurses who cared for him at the Fresno Medical Center. They were moved by his attitude, his personality and his compassion. At his funeral, I learned so much from each grandchild about all the things he meant to them.Details